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owlstro · 2 months ago

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Shrimpo x twisted reader who just won't stop following him? the reader occasionally pulls him away from machines to force him into pattycake or a staring contest.

Willing to forcefully drag other toons into the activity. Mostly forces Shrimpo.

SHRIMPO X TWISTED READER

note: this is SOOO CUTEE!!!! i luv luv LOVE this!!! this lowkey turned into more of shrimpo being confused w/ his emotions at the end. haha i love writing him, i got carried away mybad LMFAOO

i hope characterized shrimpo at least okay (he's hard to write for since he's just hate and a self glazer/pos)... ittss maybeee a little ooc but anyways, thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy ur shrimpo content :3

(not proof-read, mb gang if smth doesnt make sense heh....Gomen..)

art: @ batsu_sebun (i think u can tell i like using their art) (oh my god this is extremely low quality, ignore dandy and flutter btw)

Poor Shrimpo, he doesn't know how to deal with this... He absolutely (well kind of) HATES this!

For the one time he gets allowed in a run. Something has to happen. Great, he absolutely HATES (lowkey likes) this.

He was extremely confused when he noticed you were following him instead of attacking, the poor shrimp flinched seeing a shadow, let alone Twisted approaching him... What? Oh no he actually did NOT flinch at all!

Shrimpo immediately complained about this, trying to lose your line of sight, hiding behind crates and tables...

Yet you always found him, like you had a sixth sense for him. Shrimpo will ignore that for now, he has better things to focus on.

As much as he hates to think or say this, he doesn't mind your company. It's kind of nice to have someone by his side, even if they're like a zombie now.

He would never admit this, he's taking it to his grave.

Shrimpo was definitely confused though, were you like that STUPID shattered mirror? It didn't seem like it, you seemed fine when you were alone without him.

Maybe the others knew what to do with you since they've probably encountered you more times than he can count (it's whatever cause he hates counting) and he hasn't gone on runs in a good while, so he should've asked about this.

But he wouldn't, he can deal with you on his own! He didn't need some help from a Toon! He wouldn't tolerate such pity.

And so, he kept you a secret. Deliberately leading you to rooms with no machines in them if he saw some Toon approach his area. He sneakily passed all of them, somehow with you following right behind him. He did stop doing this, noticing the others were chatting with each other since there wasn't a major threat on this floor.

Although, Shrimpo did start getting annoyed, whenever he was doing anything like trying to do machines, picking up (stealing) items, ... etc etc

You always dragged him to some secluded place (like he did with you, but it's only okay if he does it) and started staring at him, making it silent and unpleasant.

He didn't want to entertain this utterly pointless staring contest, but he also didn't want to lose to YOU! So, he persevered and... lost, horribly. What did anyone expect? He is the wors- best Toon, that was just a.. practice round! Shrimpo got insanely salty and rude after that.

"LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!"

"..."

He found your silence unnerving but understood cause you were a Twisted. Right, you are one of them. No one has found out about your behavior or you in general because the Distractor thought they had found every Twisted already.

Shrimpo wasn't sure what to do with you. Does he bring you in the elevator? No, the others would be extremely confused. Does he just leave you here? Maybe, he should just do that.

As he was thinking about solutions of what to do with you, he realizes... Why does he care so much? Your just a ...abnormal Twisted.

He's seen Glisten before, he knows you'll pounce on him and rip him to shreds the moment that elevator is open.

So, why does he care about this? Why should he care about keeping you safe? He's supposed to be a Bully! Not whatever this sappy stuff is!

This is extremely out of character for him, Shrimpo spirals into a confusing set of emotions. He HATES being lovey dovey! The only Toon that deserves his love is HIMSELF!

Your twisted simply pokes the shrimp and that immediately catches his attention. Oh god, he's been awkwardly and angrily staring at you right? He almost feels sorry and embarrassed... Almost.

"WHAT!!! DO!!! YOU!!! WANT!!!"

"...Pa...ty...ca....ake..."

What? ...Were those your first words as a Twisted?? PATTYCAKE? He would laugh if he didn't HATE laughing!

You held up both of your hands, obviously gesturing to play Pattycake. Shrimpo furrowed his eyebrows at this, glancing around the room.

...It's not like your common, right? He doubts you two would meet again on the next floor, this run was coming to an end anyways right?

He'll... humour this, the ONLY time he'll humor you besides the staring contests.

It was awkward to say the least, it was dead silent with you barely being able to form a word, let alone a sentence. And also, Shrimpo has never done anything like this. It's kind of dumb, his movements paused for the slightest second and shakiness of trying to not punch himself for doing this.

...Shrimpo unfortunately cut the play time short (much to your annoyance), looking you dead in the eyes and-

"DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS!!!"

You nodded, awkwardly forming a smile... well, the best one you could since your head was throbbing due to the excessive amount of Ichor in your body.

He wanted to smile back, but he physically couldn't! He had a reputation to uphold!

Shrimpo lightly kicked your leg and dashed right out of the room, out of embarrassment or just overall sadness he might not see you again? Maybe, but again, he would never admit it.

It's Shrimpo after all, the poor shrimp is horrible at expressing other emotions like sadness or happiness. All he's used to has been HATE and ANGER.

He doesn't like not being on top of things, not constantly aware of his own emotions. He likes control, he likes HATING on others, he likes laughing at others pain, he likes being a bully, he likes you!

...What? Wait, did he-

"Shrimpo! There you are, where have you been?" Someone asked him, probably Rodger. He didn't care enough to look at the Toon or respond to them.

He was just dumbfounded by his thoughts. He looked back from the area he came from with the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes.

"NOTHING! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" He shouts, although he's not sure if it's because he's the one aware of his current emotions but his voice was shaky and weak.

He felt sick in his stomach. (were these the butterflies Toons were talking about?) Who even was he anymore? Was he cloned and reworked to be something more than a bully?

Shrimpo liked the simplicity of his 'character', something he likes was being a bully and himself! (and that one brick)

So why was he head over heels over you? This was beyond humiliating for him.

...

Oh Dandy, what'd you do to him??

final note: ooouhhh,,, my shrimp grown up and learns abt emotions...... they grow up so fast... sniff sniifff..... number one confsued hateful yearner....,,, am i speaking nonsense rn, my bad gang. HOPE U ENJOYED (also pls request,,,, i luv doing thsese)

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picklesthenonbeanary · 4 months ago

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For like the past two days I’ve just been drawing pattypoke. Ugh! Why do they gotta be so cute all the time. Their gonna give me cavities these two, more then I’ve already got from lovestory

This posts just gonna be about them since I have way to many photos of just patty and she would take over half the post hehe.

Bonus art of my of my first attempts at drawing them under the cut plus a personal hc of mine

One drawing of godpoke and one of patty (plus a bonus Thespis that snuck in hehe). Probably not actually my first attempts at drawing them but they are my first drawings of them in my heart (the others are scuffed, I don’t remember if I drew godpoke or not prior but I did draw patty. she was my test practice for drawing bizzyboys but all I did was add the flower afterwards so I’m not gonna count it, could have been any random bizzyboy)

Also just gonna throw this out there but like I think the nickname pattycake would be so perfect for her, I’ve been referring to her as such in my mind for quite a while now and wanted to share it. she is godpoke’s little pattycake because she’s so sweet, she just reminds me of the nursery rhyme and I’m not gotta explain why (my brain won’t even explain it to me tbh)

Still learning how to draw godpoke, been focusing my time of perfecting my patty design.

Godpoke is on the back burner rn as well as just the fact that I haven’t downloaded a ref image of them yet onto my watch and I’m not allowed to have my phone out in class anymore to look at them on there. Gotta do that at some point. also been struggling with drawing king for the same reason, only been able to get down head shots out of her but have only drawn two drawings of her so far. Love them all, gotta draw more people from this game besides just my favs, thanks for staying for the after party rant. Buh bye now

#art #my art #doodles #fanart #ggg #great god grove #ggg fanart #great god grove fanart #patty #godpoke #bizzyboy p #pattypoke #ggg ship art #love them #they are my fluff fluff ship as opposed to lovestory that is my fluff angst #love pattypoke #more patty art coming soon #like real soon #she is pattycake to me. in love with this nickname. it fits her

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delimeful · 1 year ago

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in sickness and in health (8)

warnings: captivity, arguing, remus talking about remus things, panic, gratuitous amount of puns, lmk if i missed any

“What’s going on?”

The impromptu staredown between all three humans was interrupted by Roman hurriedly leaning obnoxiously far over the counter, bodily blocking Patton’s view of the two borrowers.

“Patton!” he blurted, clearly aiming for a casual air and instead landing somewhere in the realm of ‘stewing in blatant panic and guilt’. “Hello there, what an unexpected and lovely surprise to see you here, in… the kitchen of your own home.”

Next to him, Virgil heard the small, distinct thwap of his fellow borrower’s palm meeting their face.

“…What’s going on?” Patton repeated, sounding far more awake this time.

“Extremely normal, non-fairy-related things,” Roman answered, visibly sweating.

“Extremely bloody Dionysian orgies,” Remus said at the same time, considerably louder.

Virgil could see just enough of Patton’s expression to watch the way it crinkled in a sort of morose confusion.

“In the kitchen?” he asked, voice pained, as though that was his main problem with the suggestion.

“If there aren’t any knives involved, can any orgy really be called Dionysian?” Remus replied in a faux-wise tone, lifting his arm to make a deeply inappropriate gesture in accompaniment with his words. This technically cleared the way back to the wall, but as it turned out, only for a moment.

Before either of them could get too hopeful about any chance of escape, Remus ended the gesture by quickly clapping his hands over the both of them in a makeshift dome shape.

Next to him, the other borrower only flinched a bit, but Virgil couldn’t help the outright squeak he made at the sudden limbs dropping down over them.

There was another pause from the humans above them, this one distinctly more harried.

“Um, guys?” Patton’s voice had gone from confused to concerned. “What was—?”

“Broken whoopee cushion,” Remus insisted. “Filled it with mayonnaise, you know how it goes.”

“He sneezed!” Roman added, his voice sliding up a few pitches. “Gesundheit, Remus! Totally nothing strange about that— Padre, wait!”

There were big steps drawing closer, now, and Remus’s hands cinched in a little tighter around the two of them. They were forced to huddle even closer together, and the other borrower’s bony elbow collided with his side in a way he wasn’t convinced was accidental.

He shot them a glare, which they returned with an expression that was equal parts indignant and frantic. After a second, they forced a barely-there whisper through grit teeth. “It’s your human. Will he hurt us?”

“How am I supposed to know?!” Virgil hissed back, just as quiet. “I didn’t ever get caught before you showed up!”

Not while the human was conscious enough to remember it, anyhow.

The other borrower’s eyes narrowed into slits, reminding Virgil that he probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy that already proved themself willing to try and murder him once. Before they could respond, though, the conversation over their heads continued.

“Guys,” Patton said, sounding stern. “What have we said about wrangling critters in my home?”

“That it was a firmly banned activity after the Great Frog Croak-tastrophe?” Roman guessed sheepishly. “And, y’know, that was certainly a fair and just ruling for that situation, however—!”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t wanna hear it,” Patton replied, unwavering. Virgil could practically envision the way his human was standing from his tone alone: hands on his hips, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Frog or not, I’m sure whatever you two caught will be much hoppier once they’re released safely outside, right Remus?”

“Eh, you might not feel the same after you see them, Pattycakes,” Remus warned. “I know I’m usually the harbinger of pests, wrangler of rats, champion of centipedes, but not even I know what to do about these guys.”

There was the shuffle of clothing, like Patton was shifting in place, and he sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?”

There was a moment of hesitation where Virgil assumed the twins were exchanging a wordless meaningful look, as they so often did, and then the distinct slide of glass across a countertop.

The moment the hands around them twitched, Virgil shifted into a crouched position, drawing his legs under him and preparing to bolt the moment there was space, even if it was probably totally futile. Next to him, he could feel the other borrower doing much the same.

Rather than lift off of them, however, the hands shifted to pinch even closer together, forming the shape of a spade, like a pair of nut shells that had been glued back together at the edges, leaving a hollow space inside. The two of them were forced to scramble upwards into the hold or get limbs stuck in between the sides of Remus’s palms as he scooped them up off the counter completely.

Virgil’s stomach dropped at the upwards movement, completely out of his control, and he reached out and latched onto the side of the other borrower’s shirt with a white-knuckled grip. They were still at least a little concussed, and Virgil wasn’t letting them get separated now, not when he’d already gotten himself into the most terrifying situation in his life saving them. Wherever they were going, they’d at least be stuck in it together.

To his surprise, the other borrower gripped him right back.

After only a few seconds, they were lowered and deposited onto a familiar smooth surface. Virgil grit his teeth at the feeling, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. He’d just gotten out of this stupid glass pitcher!

He didn’t get much time to seethe indignantly, however, because the moment Remus’s hands pulled away, there were much bigger problems to face.

Three of them, to be precise.

Heart in his throat, Virgil slowly lifted his head to look up at the face of his human, warped through the curve of the glass.

With a confused furrow to his brow, Patton moved to take a step closer, and then stopped short as the sight before him properly registered. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, his eyes widening with surprise. “Oh my!”

“I toad you so,” Remus interjected unhelpfully.

Roman cuffed his shoulder, and Remus immediately jabbed two fingers into Roman’s side in retaliation. It was only a firm warning look from Patton that kept them from devolving into another slap fight during the most terrifying moment of Virgil’s life.

Virgil shifted to stand, shuffling back until he didn’t have to crane his neck so painfully to make eye contact. Humans were so big, and it had never been more evident than it was now, staring up at giants.

Staring up at Patton. He was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare that had gone exactly like this. Well, minus the concussed would-be assassin. And the frog puns.

Patton, for his part, had developed a genuinely distressed twist to his features as he took in the sight of the two of them. After a moment of wavering, his gaze settled firmly on Virgil, sending a prickling sense of alarm up his spine.

“Hello again,” said Patton, smiling at him.

Virgil froze. The borrower behind him froze. Even the twins froze for a moment, before their heads both snapped around to stare at Patton with eerie synchronization.

“You know them?!” two voices asked, in two very different tones.

Virgil felt dread drop into his gut like a stone down a sewer grate. There was no way.

“I know one of them,” Patton answered, unperturbed by everyone’s shock. “That’s the little guy who helped take care of me while I was sick!”

He lifted a hand in demonstration and wiggled his fingers, the healing burns on them still visibly shiny.

The twins gaped. “He what?”

Behind him, in a far more bewildered tone, the other borrower echoed them: “You what?”

“You shut up,” Virgil muttered sourly without turning to look at them. His heart was practically shaking in his ribcage, knowing that the human had remembered all along, that Patton had returned home well-aware of the intruder in his walls.

The realization felt chilling, like a thimble of icy water had been dumped down his shirt. Patton hadn’t acted strange at all, hadn’t cast any speculative glances at the walls or scanned any shelves for undersized intruders. The twins and their ghost-hunting equipment clearly hadn’t known the truth, so why would Patton? Virgil hadn’t even suspected.

Who knew what would have happened after Roman and Remus left, and it was only the two of them, with Virgil blissfully unaware of the danger he was in?

Well. Caught like this, he supposed he was going to find out soon.

Patton’s smile faded, carefully watching the way Virgil’s chest was visibly shuddering with too-shallow breaths.

“You thought I froggot, huh?” he said, looking inexplicably sad. “I thought about it while I was in the hospital, and I kinda figured we’re really not supposed to know about you guys. That means it was pretty darn brave of you to try and help me anyways.”

Virgil swallowed, fear sticking in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He certainly didn’t feel brave.

The other borrower stepped up to be at his side, ignoring Virgil’s reflexive attempt to shoulder them back behind him.

“I suppose the saying is true, then.” They paused, narrowing their eyes in a silent challenge. “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The encompassing flourish they made was a little wobbly, as though their balance was still off, but it got the point across: Patton had recovered from his illness, and they were stuck in a pitcher on his counter.

Virgil’s incredulity at the other borrower was enough to snap him out of the worst of his frozen terror, his head whipping to the side to stare at them.

They were insane. They had to be, using such sharp words and an even sharper tone with a human. This was just about the worst time to instigate an argument. The two of them were stuck in a pitcher on his counter!

Unsurprisingly, neither of the twins looked particularly happy with the accusatory turn the conversation had taken. Patton had been their friend for a long time. They had always jumped at the opportunity to defend him from harm in the past, and Virgil doubted that would change now.

For all their tomfoolery, the two of them could be downright vicious when they were angry. If they were willing to tear fellow humans a new one for messing with Patton, it was gruesome to imagine what they’d do to a pair of borrowers. They’d already been terrifying enough when they’d only been curious about him.

Before either of them could begin to speak, however, Patton nodded once, almost to himself, and pivoted to face his friends.

“Howsabout you two get started on cleaning up the living room so we can settle down and get some proper sleep?” he asked, the request firm enough that it was clearly more of an instruction than a suggestion.

Both twins started protesting immediately, looking extremely put out at the idea of abandoning Patton with their exciting new find. They were talking over each other, the words tangling and becoming an indecipherable mess by the time they reached Virgil, but he was fairly certain he heard phrases like “—but I’ll only lie awake haunted by fairy law and order,” and, “—you can’t keep me away from my new pyromaniac bestie!” in the mix.

“Mhmm, yup, we can discuss all of that later,” Patton replied stoutly, ushering the two of them towards the entrance to the kitchen with insistent sweeping gestures, like a shepherd with his herd. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk over breakfast in the morning, but it’s getting late, so hop to it!”

“We’re being banished with frog puns! This is an amphibian atrocity,” Roman bemoaned.

“Froggin’ unbelievable,” Remus agreed.

However, even with all their complaints, they seemed to understand that Patton wasn’t budging this time, and reluctantly allowed themselves to be shooed out of the kitchen like the world’s noisiest sheep.

At Virgil’s shoulder, the other borrower took the opportunity to lean in while the humans were across the room.

“You ‘didn’t ever get caught,’ hmm?” they asked, still far too smug considering the situation they were in.

A muscle in Virgil’s eye twitched. Despite everything, he wasted a moment considering the merits of trying to inflict another head injury on his fellow captive. They’d been a lot more tolerable with the beginnings of a concussion.

“Do you want to go back to trying to stab each other?” he snapped instead, stepping pointedly away even as he made the thinly-veiled threat. “Because it seems like you want to go back to trying to stab each other.”

“Oh, I’m so terrified,” they replied drolly, crossing their arms. “Won’t someone save me from the horrible Monoxide assassin and his entirely genuine threats?”

Virgil stared at them for a moment, disbelieving. “You know, I think I actually liked you better when you were trying to murder me in cold blood.”

“Don’t lose hope. Maybe I’ll try again later,” they retorted with a dangerous glint in their eye, and then they were both falling silent as Patton approached once more.

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil caught the contemplative frown that flashed over the other borrower’s face, the only glimpse of their consternation at facing down a human. They may have had plans aplenty to deal with the twins, but Patton was clearly more of an unknown to them.

…Virgil knew Patton. He’d spent enough time watching the human to get attached, grown familiar enough with Patton’s life to cheer on his efforts and fret over his disappointments. He should be able to find the right words to get them out of this, convince his human the way the other borrower had effortlessly fooled Roman, but… he couldn’t.

It was impossible to think up a strategy for this situation. How could he possibly reconcile Patton, the guy who helped organize weekly PTA bake sales and volunteered to look after kittens he was allergic to and cried when he saw roadkill, with a human who knew, who would keep them trapped, who needed to be pleaded with for their release?

How was he supposed to bargain with a monster if he couldn’t even accept that the monster existed?

“I’m sorry if the twins frightened you,” Patton said, voice lowered to a softer volume. “They tend to be very exuberant, but they don’t mean any harm.”

The other borrower looked as though they were on the brink of scoffing at the very idea that they couldn’t handle Roman and Remus, a defensive slant to their shoulders.

“Why?” The word tumbled from Virgil’s mouth without his permission, his shoulders hunching under the undivided focus of Patton’s gaze.

“Why what?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused dog.

“If you knew,” Virgil forced out, fingernails digging into his palms, “why didn’t you tell them? Or— or look for me?”

Understanding settled onto Patton’s expression, and he hummed thoughtfully, as though considering how to phrase his answer.

“If you wanted to be seen, you would have come out and said hi,” he finally said, simply. “You saved my life by calling for help. If you wanted to stay a secret, the least I could do is make sure to keep that secret safe.”

Virgil blinked up at him, trying to force the words into a configuration that made sense. Humans didn’t just let mysteries exist, especially not ones that were so easy to grab ahold of.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not awfully curious about you,” Patton continued, and his hand was reaching out for the handle of the pitcher and surely, this was the moment that it all came crashing down—, “but you can’t force a friendship. Especially not like this!”

Slowly, in gentle increments, the pitcher was shifted to lay on its side, the open end facing away from Patton. It was practically a straight shot to the closest wall entrance, their freedom waiting where the back of the counter met the kitchen wall.

They’d been prepared to make a break for it at the earliest opportunity before, but now, with escape dangled in front of them, both borrowers hesitated. Virgil exchanged a dumbfounded look with the other borrower, trying to stomp down the insane hope bubbling in the back of his mind.

“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me!” Patton finished, making sure the glass was stable and settled before releasing it and stepping back. “Otherwise, my lips are sealed— and I’ll make sure Roman and Remus keep the secret, too.”

He made a zipping motion over his mouth, eyes crinkled with amusement at the edges, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen without a single glance back.

Virgil hadn’t uttered a single plea, and yet, the path back to the walls was right there. He looped the other borrower’s arm over his shoulder and led them, step by faltering step, across the counter, even scooping his bag up as he went. Nobody came rushing in, nobody stopped them from taking those last few steps into the safety of the walls.

He’d expected to face a monster, and instead he’d been offered kindness, unasked for and freely given.

They were both quiet as they shuffled further into the familiar cramped space, as though a single sound would shatter the illusion of this impossible release. The other borrower pulled away after a moment, their pain of their concussion likely more manageable in the dark. The silence stretched, relief and exhaustion weighing on them in equal measure.

Virgil yawned despite himself, absently wondering if they were going to continue that semi-murderous argument about cults and who wronged who, and if the other borrower would be willing to reschedule it to sometime after they’d slept.

Ahead of them, a third figure stepped out of the shadows, quickly looking them over as though checking that everyone was still intact. Oddly enough, they sort of smelled like gunpowder.

“Hm. That certainly didn’t go according to plan,” they said bluntly, the oversized pack on their back jingling slightly as they stepped forward. “Still, we all survived, so I suppose introductions are in order.”

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides g/t #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #ts roman #ts patton #isaih #in sickness and in health #my writing #writing #due to real life issues i'm switching update schedule to twice a month #hopefully

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03-ooz · 4 months ago

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i couldn't sleep two nights ago. my mind started to wander and i thought to myself, uchiha would be wicked cheaters at rock paper scissors. so i made a headcanon, it goes as follows:

ninja play a game exactly like rock paper scissors using the hand signs rat, tiger, and dragon. instead of counting off the start of the game with fist in palm, you place your hands behind your back chant, 'rat tiger dragon go!' and then quickly remove your hands from behind your back and perform your chosen sign. heres a little graph i made about who beats who (please forgive my chicken scratch handwriting).

rat beats dragon because he is too small for dragon to see. tiger beats rat because its classic cat and mouse. finally, dragon beats tiger because tiger is a nice bite sized snack for dragon. so goes the lore of rat tiger dragon.

now for the fun bits

the uchiha clan took this game real seriously and had their own version of it called serpent. young sharingan users play serpent to practice their copy technique. its played similarly to rat tiger dragon but it introduces a forth sign, surprise surprise the serpent sign. serpent, venomous as they are known to be, beats all other animals.

serpent is always played in three rounds

at the beginning of a round one player is designated as the signer the other as the serpent

the signer chooses chooses which sign to play at the start of a round.

the serpent waits with an active sharingan.

upon go, the serpent observes the signers movements and tries to guess and copy which sign the signer will choose.

if they guess correctly they perform the sign serpent to signal they have won all three rounds and the game resets.

too easy you say, i agree. as sharingan users develop their skill, and serpent becomes too simple they raise the stakes.

both playera activate their sharingan (while everting eye contact as a sign of respect).

upon go, the signer does not remove their hands from behind their back.

the serpent must guess the sign by observing the movments of the forarm and elbow, and perform it for their opponent.

after the serpent has guessed correctly twice, they can perform the serpent sign signaling they have won the game.

Kakashi is really good rat tiger dragon because Obito taught him how to cheat. he is also good at serpent, and serpent is why kakashi is so good at the copy technique. He would begrudgingly play rat tiger dragon with Obito and Rin, even Minato would join in to be the final contestant in their best two out of three tournaments. Obito frequently lost these tournaments but sore loser as he was, he would lick his wound by loudly blabbing about how when he unlocks his sharingan no one will be able to beat him. this leads to him, A) teaching team 7 about how cool serpent is, B) lots of prematurely bragging about how good he'll be at serpent, and C) inadvertently teaching kakashi how to cheat at rat tiger dragon. kakashi never did get to play serpent with obito. years after obitos 'death' while kakashi was itachis supervisor he remebers uchiha have their own version of rat tiger dragon and in a attempt to conect with his introverted coworker, he asked if itachi would teach him to play serpent. itachi not knowing he had a choice otherwise, agrees and kicks kakashis ass at it. while i imagine kakashi had to learn a lot of the fundamentals of the sharingan on his own, Itachi teaching him to play serpent was a huge help to him and the reason why he specialized in the copy technique. years after his embarrassing defeat against itachi, kakashi would be the one to teach sasuke how to play serpent while assisting with his sharigan training. to this day sasuke has not beat kakashi at serpent once. he doesn't know that, to this day, kakashi is still cheating.

other assorted rat tiger dragon thoughts

different hidden villages play the game using different hand signs (like how here in the states pattycake songs differ from region from region)

civilian kids from hidden villages play this game too

gai, like sasuke, has no clue kakashi cheats at rat tiger dragon and is becoming increasingly equal parts flabbergasted at and frustrated with how kakashi is able to maintain his win streak

sasuke cheats in rat tiger dragon with naruto but only when hes about to lose

the animals chosen are from a folktale that the uchiha and senju clan share

the senju clans folktale is about a rat who beats the odds and is a heartwarming, though she be little she be fierce, type tale.

in the uchiha clans version, events procede as they do in the game. rat bites dragon, dragon dies of disease, tiger eats rat, snake bites tiger, tiger dies by venom. its a less heartwarming more harrowimg tale about the circle of life and how you dont need to be the biggest or the strongest you just need to be the deadliest and the last one standing.

#naruto #kakashi hatake #naruto au #i have coming up on 10 years worth of #naruto headcanons #and i plan to post a buch of em #and i just keep coming up with new ones #god i love this series #uchiha #uchiha headcanons #posted without editing figers crossed its legible #kakashi headcanons

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the-kr8tor · 6 months ago

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So, okay. Still on the Loser! Hobie train, you know that one scene with Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit? Where Jessica says that they should go home and play and Roger is all happy about the types of games they'll play? That, but with Hobie🤭

He'd just finished his set with the band and was busy signing autographs. Shining brown eyes, so pretty with how excited he was. Lopsided grin and piercings shining under the lights of the underground club. You couldn't help but swoon over how breathtaking your boyfriend truly was when in his element. As he finishes up with the last few fans, you walk up to him. Hobie sees you approaching out of the corner of his eye, and he's all too quick to rush and close the distance between you two.

"Sweetheart, there you are", he exclaims giddily as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his in a tight embrace. You can feel the warmth of his skin and the rapid beating of his heart, still buzzing with energy and adrenaline from the rush of performing. Small chuckles leave you as he presses a kiss on your forehead, his breath hitching when you pull back to cup his face in your hands. Hobie melts as you place a tender kiss on his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he turns into a big pile of goo. He always does when it comes to you.

Leaning back enough to look up at him, your hands slide down his shoulders and arms to gently grip his hands in yours. Intertwining your fingers with his, you give him a smile so sweet, Hobie feels like he just got shot in the heart with an arrow.

"You guys did so good up there!"

"Thanks, love. The gang wants to hang out a bit more, but 'm ready to take you home." Hobie hums as gazes down at you like you're his precious muse. Which, you are. A chuckle leaves your lips as you fiddle with the dog tag on his chest, fingers sliding along the sliver chain.

"That so? Why don't we go on home and play a game then?"

"Sure thing, lovie. What games do you fancy? We got chess, checkers, and battleship, I think..." He mumbles softly, pretty brown eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of spending time with you, his nose crinkling just so with how big his grin is. God, he was too damn cute and handsome without even trying. Biting your lip to stop the smitten look from flitting across your face, you bat teasing lashes up at him. In such a pretty way that he trails off on his words and he's suddenly very aware at the way your fingers trace along the edges of his leather vest.

"Those sound nice... But, I was thinking we could play a little pattycake instead", you whisper softly, almost purring the words and Hobie can feel his knees going weak. Warmth blossoms in his chest and the tips of his ears flush just a bit. Lips trembling as his grin grows wider, eyes darting down to avoid your captivating gaze as he stumbles over his words.

"P-Pattycake is, um, patty- uh...", Hobie stutters, voice cracking just the tiniest bit as he gives a little shy chuckle and brings up a hand to swipe a thumb over his nose. He thinks you're too pretty for him and his weak heart, weak for only you. You think he's too handsome, too damn adorable for his own good. He doesn't even get to finish his jumbled mess of a reply before you take his hand in yours and lead him out of the club, fully intent on bathing him in attention back at home.

Whether or not you actually played pattycake or played another... game... is entirely up to you🤭🫣💕💕

Anyways, thank you for coming to my Ted talk-

I need to watch that movie, I've only heard good things abt it!

Lmaoo the way he was oblivious for a sec 😂 he just wanted to go play checkers 😆

AHHHHH WIDNWKXKWKDKD THIS WAS SO 😳🥴 I bet he looked incredibly hot on stage and R was restraining themselves from lunging at him while he was signing autographs 🤣

For a second there I thought R would suggest twister 🤭🤭 maybe they did play twister... 😶‍🌫️

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #chatting with moots #🫶🫶🫶#loser! hobie

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starsurfacemortalkombat · 1 year ago

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Hi, hello, how are you? I hope you’re good. :3.

I love your writing and I was hoping you could do a CG Kung Lao, Rain and Kenshi (separate) with a regressor reader? Just some head cannons or something like that Tehehe have a good day sending virtual snackies 🍦🍪🍩🍭🍫🍬

Hi!!! I'm doing good!! How about you? I hope your doing well!! <3

And thank you for the snacks!! I'm on a weight loss program (not diet), and I miss being able to freely have those things.

Sending some to you as well!! 🍓🎂🍬🍿🍨

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kung Lao w/ Regressor Hcs

🍖 Very exciting CG!!!

🍖 He makes sure to spoil you with affection, whether that’s blowing raspberries on your cheek, or reminding you about how cute/handsome you are!!

🍖 Very good CG with playtime!!! Very fluent too!

🍖 Bigger kids that like running around, playing hopscotch, wrestling? Sign him up!! That sounds like a blast!!

🍖 Little/calming activities, such as building blocks, blowing bubbles, or pattycake? That sounds fun! Do you wanna sit outside on a blankie and play too?

🍖 Very big on getting some outside time, and will take you to his (Raiden’s) small personal garden so you don’t feel too uncomfy being small in public (unless you really don’t want to, he won’t force you)

🍖 He gets very sad if your sad or regress negatively

🍖 His main goal is to cheer you up, even if he has to act like a funky monkey and do a money dance to get you to giggle :(

🍖 Then he’ll cuddle you, put on your favorite cartoon, and get you a whole bucket of your favorite ice cream

🍖 His main mission is to make sure your happy and giggling

🍖 Kung Lao’s strong, and he wants you to know it

🍖 How? Easy! He’ll just carry you everywhere!! :D

🍖 After all, why would you need to walk when your Big Strong Lao is right here? 💪

🍖 This works great if your more of a dependant or clingy regressor!! But if your more of an independant regressor, just tell him and he’ll die down

🍖 I’m not going to make Kung Lao’s entire personality (My Baby’s much more than that) but he’ll make you a food/chore chart!!! Especially if you have difficulties doing these things, both big and little

🍖 ^ And you get a reward at the end of the week!!! :D (and don’t worry about a couple of slip ups effecting your reward, accidents happen sometimes)

🍖 No touching his hat, it’s a big no no

🍖 Well . . . maybe you can touch it

🍖 But he has to put a protecting rubbering on the blades!!! You could get really hurt, and just cause you wanna look cool just like Lao, doesn’t mean you should put your safety will be put on the line

🍖 You can’t throw it either, it’s also a big no no :(

🍖 He’s very good with regressors that use padding!!

🍖 In past games, it’s hinted that the Kung Family is decently big (hyposithis, but still), plus he also has Kung Jin as a nephew/cousin depending on the timeline, so he probably has some brothers/sisters of some sort

🍖 He’ll blow raspberries on your tummy, or jingle keys above you, trying to make sure your not too embarrassed <3

🍖 Kung Lao’s a big competitive, but he’ll always make sure to let you win

🍖 It might hurt his ego a bit (lot), but you look so happy when you run the race!! Or when your car was faster!! 🥺

🍖 He loves arguing with you, especially if you babble, thinks sassy babies are adorable

🍖 Also . . . he’s arguing with a toddler, and he finds the loosing battle highly entertaining

🍖 Favorite CG nicknames are Lao, Lao-Lao, and Papa

🍖 Calls you many nicknames!! Pumpkin, Sweetie, Little One, Aweseome

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Rain w/ Regressor Hcs

💧 Very calm CG

💧 His favorite activity is cuddling with you after a long day

💧 He also likes preforming magic shows though!!

💧 Normally Rain huffs about using his powers for ‘silly’ things

💧 But if his baby wants a water show? . . . How could he say no? They just wanna see how cool their Dada is, obviously!!

💧 He’ll make some water form into little shapes, like stars or fishies swimming by

💧 He becomes very proudful and happy when you giggle and awe, telling him about how awesome he (his magic) is!! 🥺

💧 Your not allowed to touch his staff though, that’s his staff :(

💧 He’s also a bit worried you’ll break it by accident, especially if your tiny tiny or a little ruckus

💧 He’s actually really good with hyper littles!!

💧 He keeps you somewhat in line, chasing after you if your running around, or atleast keeping you close by

💧 He won’t help in your pranks though >:(

💧 In fact, he won’t even save you from the scolding you might get from the person you pranked!! >:O

💧 You wanted to prank them, you’ve gotta have your own consequences :(

💧 ^ . . . He’ll give you candy or something after because he feels bad if you got in trouble . .. And he’ll probably end up saving you from a big lecture

💧 Your his baby, only he can lecture you >:(

💧 He’s also really good with younger or calmer littles!!!

💧 Hopscotch, tag, and those games can be very fun!!

💧 But he’s also content with cuddling or having you on his lap

💧 He’ll even take you out to the royal gardens and help you watch the little froggies!!!

💧 Outside time is important to him, but he’s also very content staying inside too

💧 He has a really nice bookshelf!! . . . That your not allowed to touch >:\

💧 He likes it organized, and they’re mostly boring magic books

💧 ^ But he’ll get some children books for your!! Whether it’s those baby books, or some simple chapter books (that he’ll read to you, or in his freetime so he can talk to you about it)

💧 Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Bubba, and Rainy

💧 Guys, I wanna call him Fishy 🥺

💧 I think it’d be a really good nickname for him and all he’d give you as a reaction would be 😑, which totally means he likes it cause he’s not lecturing you!! :D

💧 . . . And your giggles/smiles after calling him that make up for you being mean to him

💧 Favortie nicknames for you are Button, Lovebug, Sweetheart, Little One

💧 ^ Rascal if your more energetic (lovingly of course)

💧 If your okay with it, I can see him playfully calling you a brat (also lovingly, and when you’ve done something naughty but not super naughty)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kenshi w/ Regressor Hcs pt 2

❤️ Protective Dada, you’re always within his reach

❤️ And even when your not, he’ll keep a close eye on you

❤️ Again, super good with a lot of ages!

❤️ Middles that want to sit down and watch TV or talk about their favorite band, he’s up for a nice chat (and is really good at treating you your age!!!)

❤️ Bigger kids that want to run around and play chase? He’s gonna make you a leash kid 😮‍💨 (lovingly of course)

❤️ Toddler that wants to make bracelets? He’ll wear them with pride!! And he’s good at tieing the knots at the end!!

❤️ Baby that just wants to cuddle up to him? How about you sit on Dada’s lap while he helps you color your picture?

❤️ Any kind of pet regressor? Well, he can play ug-a-war, or have you lazy on him or his coat!!

❤️ Guys, I dunno about you, but his voice makes me feel really tiny 🥺

❤️ ^ He’d use that to his advantage, softly talking to you on a particularly bad day so you’ll feel smaller faster

❤️ He’s also got a really good ‘Knock that off’ stern voice :( (Similar to Nightwolf, they can both be really scary when they wanna)

❤️ Not that he purposely scares you!!! He only uses the voice when he really has to, he enverw ants his baby to be scared of him

❤️ If you use padding, and he’s using Sento, he’s very good at it!!!

❤️ He’s trying to learn how to change you without Sento (he’s not the best, but he’s getting good at it!!)

❤️ When he got blinded, he struggled with some activities and watching over you in general, but he also made sure to reassure you that he wanted to watch after you and you shouldn’t feel ashamed being small

❤️ It’s just a process of reworking and figuring some things out

❤️ Yes, he can see with Sento, and he mainly does, but he’s also working on not being hinder on it

❤️ His tattoos are pretty filled in from what it looks like, but if you wanna take a makeup brush and make him your personal canvas, he’ll let you (he finds it cute)

❤️ Kenshi knows how to cook, and he’d make your favorite little meals!! Whether they’re extragevent, or just some dino nuggies he can pop into the stove

❤️ No, you cannot help him, you might get burned and he doesn’t want you injured

❤️ He will let you sit on the stove nearby though!! Maybe you can pass him some seasonings (if you can read them correctly)

❤️ His chuckle when you hand him the wrong one, redirecting you to the right one as he calls you Silly 🥺

❤️ He won’t let you have unlimited candy because he’s mean >:(

❤️ And he doesn’t want your blood sugars to go too high or low, nor does he want to give you a tummy ache

❤️ Other nicknames he likes calling you are Little Lamb, Sweetheart, Tiny, Angel, Bunny

❤️ ^ I’m really set on him calling you Precious 🥺 (it’s his favorite nickname for you)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ugh, I love all these characters so much. 🥺

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darlingpassion · 1 year ago

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Okay I need to go to sleep because i close at work tomorrow and I already stayed up too late cuz I had a need the clean the whole house, but I had to ask this!!

I need to know- how would Terry respond if any one of the Toon Patrol tried to Come Onto Him? XD 😏 Would he say yes to any of them? Would he get the hell outta there? I must know XD

Right, now that I've thrown a spanner into the works, goodnight! XD 💤💤💤

Ohhhhh my god I did not expect this kinda ask today. I love it XD

My poor Terry. First Rena, now these assholes. Will he ever catch a break? (Probably not)

Alright! Let's go through weasel by weasel.

Smartass

Short answer: "I thought he was a kid??"

Long answer: No, Terry doesn't think he's a literal kid XD but he did think Smartass looked pretty young to be in a bar setting (it's the height and the hat shielding the face. Shhh don't tell Smarty-). The angry weasel ain't his type, so Terry would brush him off after getting over the realization that this man is in his mid 30's.

Also, this is absolutely Terry reacting to Smartass in the bar if he was mean like Shiny XD

Greasy

Short answer: "... Shiny, come get your man before he makes'a fool 'a himself!"

Long answer: Hmmm... It's iffy with Terry. Like, he can see why Shiny thinks he's handsome physically, he can appreciate what Greasy offers in looks. But unfortunately, the green bastard ain't got game XD and Terry can see that, and is not up for Greasy's loony pervert shenanigans 😅 so yeah, Shiny can keep him. Greasy'll be house trained under her better than with him 😅

Wheezy

Short answer: *side eyes Wheezy* "..." *grins in 'I'm game if you are'*

Long answer: Wheezy is where it's at with Terry. For starters, he and the weasel are part of the same old, kinda gross group. Wheezy is far worse than Terry with smoking, but they're both still tired old men who are buddies. And it also helps that they both speak practically the same lamguage; no words needed, only vibes. They're both slow, a little lazy, and Terry knows that Wheezy won't expect their fucking around to go anywhere past a friend's with benefits sort of thing... Also it doesn't hurt that Wheezy is pretty good looking whether or not he showered that day-

Psycho

Short answer: "Wheezy for fucks sake, get your fuckin' dog outta here!"

Long answer: I can't imagine Psycho flirting with Terry, but for comedy's and arguments sake, let's say he wants that old man rat XD and Psycho when he flirts... Doesn't look like flirting 😅 Terry can tell what his intentions are, he's been around long enough to recognize how someone is trying to flirt even if they don't have the best game But he absolutely is not going to bring that rabid animal in bed. He prefers his crotch unscarred, thank you very much XD that rabbit girl can take this one. She seems to have a knack for the crazy men.

Stupid

Short answer: "... Shit, ok. I can see it-"

Long answer: Look, it's a giant, fat, goofy and cuddly weasel!!! Who can resist that???? Granted, Stu's company isn't as relaxing as Wheezy's is (Terry's gotta verbally engage with the dummy. Answer so many questions. Terry is paitent, but not a talker XD), but if Stupid showed interest, Terry would definitely consider it. And if Stu is shaking up those fruity drinks you said he makes, well shit how can any sensible man resist that?

Tldr; Terry would be down to fuck Wheezy and Stupid, maybe Greasy... Smartass ain't his type, and Psycho is too much for him XDD

Thanks for sending this ask in! Ohhh I gotta send you a similar ask now, hang on-

#'who can resist Stupid' i mean it. ive actually been considering Poppy x Stupid despite everything 😭#(not really Shiny x Stupid tho since Shiny was originally going to be Stu's and Smarty's sister and it still feels weird to imagine her #being into either of them even though theyre no longer related)#but anyways have a good shift today! ^^#asks #disney villains #disney #🙌~how about a little pattycake?~🙌#greasy weasel #Psycho Weasel #smartass weasel #stupid weasel #wheezy weasel #my own OC's #🚬~rats aren't so bad~🚬#Terry Ratt T.#suggestive

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darlingpassion · 1 year ago

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ok I don't have too much energy, but your answer brought back so many thoughts relating to these AU's- and gave me MORE too! I hope you like these additions!

Smarty-Pop

Cherik Smarty-Pop Cherik Smarty-Pop Cherik Smarty-Pop!-

I am still in love with this AU XD and honestly, I love the more domestic side of them being an established couple ^^ here are extra thoughts;

Poppy has become a closer of sorts for the theater. She is always the very last one to leave, no matter what. And when everyone is gone, Smartass finally comes out in the open; ranting about the idiot managers and that harpy La Carlotta (Rena?), showing Poppy and asking her input on the music he's working on, asking her about her day, etc. And no matter what, she's just happy to be able to see him out here, not having to be secretive about her love for him now.

And yes. They both retreat under the theater every night. It's not his chambers anymore. It's theirs. Sometimes Poppy sleeps in, and it looks so strange to everyone else when she shows up out of nowhere XD

Smartass being conflicted with wanting Poppy to have a night off, but also not wanting his work to be ruined by everyone else. He writes these plays with meticulous detail, intentionally casting specific actors and singers for specific parts, and Poppy is always given the most important role. But anyone who knows anything about singing knows that the vocal cords must rest. And although those nights grate on the phantom's ears the most, being able to spend time with his star makes the Harry screeching on stage bearable.

Besides; opera dates. If Carlotta isn't the one singing, Poppy can convince Smartass to come watch the play in his box, and they have a little date ^^ the two just sitting back where no one in the crowd can see them and enjoying the show for once ^^

These two definitely get married. They have a private, secret wedding under the opera house. And Poppy convinces her managers to let her have a week vacation for their honeymoon (*cough* with the help of the Opera Ghost)

Can you imagine the phantom of the opera, the ghost who controls the theater, coming down to his lair to see his darling little wife standing there, waiting for him with a stern look tapping foot, and arms crossed? "... ?sighs* What is it, doll?" "You know exactly what, buster!" "Oh c'mon, that moron shoulda' been focusing on his job!" "So you tried to hang him!?" "By his ankles! He's still kickin', ain't he!?"

Poppy and Smartass working together!!! It's so much more than him teaching her how to sing like Cherik; they're both honest with each other, they exchange advice and criticism. Poppy is always the first to read his notes and scripts before he brings them to the managers, and Smarty is the one she really rehearses for the night before. These two are an opera power couple.

I must reiterate; Smartass getting frustrated/possessive as more men (and women) try win Poppy over. She assures him every night that she loves only him, and he knows she does... But God damn it, don't these idiots know a married woman when they see one?? He's angry at them, not her. Poppy... It is a tad frustrating, but it's not like anybody knows she's committed already. It's kind of sweet and flattering, in a way. But of course, she kindly turns them all down. Which unfortunately, causes rumors to spread about her.

Kind of dark, but imagine if Poppy had a more... persistent admirer. They keep sending her poems and flowers, nothing like the roses and meaningful letters that her true love leaves her. They always try to get her to come out to dinner with them, always reaching despite how many times she's tried to carefully push them away. Of course, the phantom sees everything that goes on in the opera house. And he's not at all happy about this 'admirer'.

Greasypop

!!!!!!!! First off- Greasy? I'd like to see you try not to fall in love with Poppy. She has an army of ships behind her (and you're one of them) proving how lovable that woman is. She'll crack through your cold heart.

Second, I need!!!! To write!!! The morning after!!!!

"I make no promises, hermosa. go back to sleep now. and in the morning try to resist; I'd like to see you try~"

Those words, those all too frightening words that came out with a sinful, delicious purr, still haunted her mind. Even as the woman anxiously brewed her coffee and let her porridge grow cold in front of her, even as the idea of walking out her front door today filled with dread as she knew that her neighbor would be there waiting for her. Those words repeated like a mantra in her head, reminding her why she should be scared of Greasy.

But... But... Oh god, why did there always have to be a 'but' when men like Greasy were involved? But Greasy was... What was it about him? Had it been anybody else persuing her this way, Poppy would have kept her door shut and locked. But Greasy?? Somehow, every time he came near, every sweet name he called her in his language, how eager and happy he looked to see her like they were friends, she always seemed to forget in the moment how scary he really was.

"Oh god, what is wrong with me?" Poppy thought aloud, burying her face in her hands. Just the thought of that Spaniard made her heart and mind race for totally different reasons. Was it even her heart speaking at this point?? Anyone with a lick of common sense would have lost any affectionate thoughts they would hold for someone who snuck into their bedroom in the middle of the night.

And she couldn't imagine spending another second with her neighbor! She shouldn't!! No more surprise dinners! No more bumping into each other at the store like a romance film! No more touches! None of that! She-

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Instantly, the poor woman shot up to her feet and unintentionally knocked her chair back- she really was tense today. Quickly placing the chair back on its legs, Poppy briskly made it to her door. Who could that be at this hour? Shouldn't they be focused on getting to work?

Though that question was answered in the most unfortunate way, when she opened the door and found that all too familiar face, "G-Greasy?-"

"Ah, Mariposa. I hope I'm not interrupting your morning~" That smirk- that damn wolf-like smirk that always made her knees feel weak, curled on his lips as he said that. Like he knew damn well how disruptive he really was. With a tilt of his head and an inhuman flick of his wrist, he already had his fingers brushing delicately over her cheek, and she could have sworn she saw his grin broaden when she failed to retain her shuddering gasp. He was always a daring man, but here? Something definitely had changed after last night, "You haven't eaten yet, no? I'd be honored if you'd let me cook for you. I'm certain you'll love what I have in mind~"

And just like every instance before, the fear that she knew she should have felt fizzled away before she even realized.

I wanted to write this too, but I ran out of time xD imagine that Poppy and Greasy kiss for the first time. She doesn't know what happened, and a voice in her head tells her to pull away now. But- was it her that wanted to stay? Or the arms snaking around her waist and not giving her an escape that made her stay rooted? But either way, she can't pull away now. The way he works his tongue on her makes her cling onto him like a lifeline. The growling and huskily spoken Spanish makes her head feel dizzy, enough to let Greasy pull their lips apart before he started trailing lustful kisses down her neck. It all feels like total bliss... But the sharp fangs that brush against her jugular are just enough to make her realize what was going on here.

Pocho

Omg omg omg!!!! Yes yes yes the twins being Johanna! I know I said before that they are too curious about most things to consider the consequences, but I do like to think they also can tell when something is a real threat. In this case, these two siblings can tell something is very wrong with their caretaker. They hate being separated with Percival at the school, but they still write to each other. They even developed their own language after Penelope suspected the judge was reading their letters. To anyone who reads their letters exchanged, it looks like madmen talking- and that is the 'proof' the judge shoes the asylum to get Penny locked away. They confide in each other, Penny begging Percy to find some way to come home and telling him everything that makes her uncomfortable. And it only makes him more determined to get back home.

I raise you; Penny is Johanna, and Percy is Anthony- platonic, of course! Percy managed to escape the school and earn his place on a ship back home. On the way, he and his crew save a stranded man who simply calls himself 'Psycho', and the two bond. Percy isn't sure what it is, but it feels like he's supposed to know this man. Like Psycho is his... But that's impossible. He and Penny's parents abandoned them (though with all of his sisters letters, he's been doubting the Judges words). But Psycho, with his dreary attitude towards life, always lights up when he sees him, and wants to know all he can about him and Penny. And something tells Percy that he can trust him.

Psycho comes home, a spark lit within him now that he finally got to see his son (I like to think Sweeny!Psycho would have that sixth sense of who his kids are like we talked about), and will hopefully see his daughter and wife too... But the stories Percival told him have also fanned the flames of hatred and vengeance in him, too. And he's got plans for that judge brewing in his demented mind, now.

Oh! I forgot to mention! Shiny as Ms. Lovett!!! Buy instead of being in love with Psycho, it was Poppy she was in love with all along, and why she had her own murderous spark too, "There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A delicate soul, with a heart of gold. And she was beautiful..."

And, on the topic of Poppy as Johanna and Psycho as Anthony... I actually have been thinking of what would happen if their stories were swapped; if Poppy had been locked away in an asylum for years, and Psycho had to recreate his life after getting away from his family... It's been pretty angsty to think about 🥲

Renapy

Omg I love this so so much!!! I need this so much XD I haven't seen the musical, but I did listen to some of the OST. I didn't know Beetlejuice sang that to Adam!!! XD Poppy should be the ghost couple. She can be a fellow ghost that's looking for help, and unfortunately Rena keeps harassing her XD

Rena: C'mon, drop your panties, I'm trynna fill you with wisdom and skill and the instinct to kill-

Poppy, blushing: COULD YOU NOT WORD THAT ANY OTHER WAY!?!?

Oh!!! Rena as Beetljuice??? She can sing Say My Name!!!! I actually found this cover for that song, and I know its not Isla Fisher, but I now can't stop imagining Rena with this cover

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Also, Lottie should be Lydia. Rena trying to convince Lottie that she's the better ghost, how she'll get her what she wants, etc. Besides, Lottie would definitely be the first one to push her off a roof XD "Lottie!" "*shrugs* she's already dead."

Though, with Poppy as Johanna and Psycho as Anthony in the Sweeny Todd.. Now I really want to explore Turpin!Rena and Johanna!Poppy with you. Rena in Turpins outfit? The tight pans and frilled sleeves? Her having that collection of ~books~??? The spyhole in Poppy's room???? (*cough* knowing that Rena will just go stand in a dark hallway and rub one out, Turpin!Rena watching Johanna!Poppy through the peephole while she's fingerings herself?????) Ohhhhh my god this is all so awful and dark. We must discuss this in further detail (if/when you want ^^)

This is all I got tonight. There's so much more I want to discuss! Like Heathers!Kingpop, Bonnie and Clyde!Griny (which btw, yes. Wheezy and Jane Doe need to be Buck and Blanch!) and LSOH!Peezy!!! But I need sleep 😅 I hope you enjoy reading these! Thank you so much for answering! ^^

I've been in a musical mood since I moved into my apartment (Seriously, there's something very satisfying about playing these Broadway songs out loud in your own living room (when my roommate left of course)), and seeing your dark Musical AU Post made me think of musical AU's for my... Oof countless ships 😅 of course you don't have to worry about answering ^^

Smarty-Pop • Phantom of the Opera AU

I have not known peace ever since you briefly mentioned their Erik/Christine dynamic in my sad Smarty-Pop ending drabble, and i mean that in a positive way XD and this gave me the perfect opportunity to explore an actual AU.

I'm thinking maybe Poppy can play a little bit of Madam Giry's role too, being the only one who knows the Phantom's secrets, the only calm one when the Phantom of the Opera strikes and possibly even delivering messages to the opera managers for Smartass. And unlike with the OG story, I like to imagine them in an already established relationship here- just, you know, a little secretive since it's the phantom we're talking about.

It's not uncommon for Poppy to go disappear down in the depths of the Opera House, whether it be through her mirror or one of the trap doors. And if one were to look through her dressing room, you could find many pink roses in various stages of wilt, and letters personally addressed to her written in the same colored ink. She claims she doesn't know who sends her them, but her dreamy smile shows more than just flattery. She leaves her own notes for Smartass as well, leaving them in loge #5 just before a show begins. Just sweet love letters only for his eyes.

No, they don't always agree. Poppy has lost track of how many times she's stormed down to Smartass' domain after something he most certainly did, and all the attention and admirers she had been gaining as her stardom rose have been dangerously grating Smartass' nerves. But at the end of each night, she is his, and he is hers. As it should be.

(Yeah this is partially me venting how i think a Christine x Phantom relationship would have turned out if it was the canon ending XD Also I'd like to point out that you said yandere Snartass might make his S/O marry him, which also correlates with the phantom trying to force Christine's hand. That is totally not going to become part of the Smarty-pop AU) thought XD

Greasypop • Dracula AU

I did struggle with Greasypop admittedly, but then I heard the song Please don't Make Me Love You from the soundtrack and I could not get this dynamic for this ship out of my head. Besides, it gives me an excuse to use the Vampire or the Monster AU XD No matter how you slice it, Dracula is pretty manipulative when you think about it. Especially with how he convinces Mina that Lucy's death was not his doing, which does fit Greasy's more manipulative nature... Not to mention that it'd be his fantasy to have as many hotties as Dracula did 😅

I'm just imagining vampire/incubus Greasy shows up into town, looking to plant his roots here for a while, and Poppy is one of his targets. Poppy can tell that something isn't quite right with him, even when he offers her comfort after she reads about yet another attack in the night. There's just something not right with Greasy.

But even so, she's having a hard time denying what he does to her. Just like how theres something about him that isn't quite right, there's something about him that makes her head feel dizzy. Something that let's his touch linger on her shoulder or arm before she snaps back to her senses. Something that makes her wish those evenings when he shows up unannounced and they wind up sharing a meal together don't end. It's like her heart is trying to give itself to Greasy, and her mind is trying to keep her grounded in reality.

It's not long before she breaks down, feeling like she's being driven mad, and just asks her friend- if he can even be called that- what he wants. She knows Greasy is not who he says he is, and she knows there has to be a reason he keeps coming back to her even though she's made it clear she doesn't want a man right now. Something tells her she doesn't want to know the truth, and yet another something tells her she wouldn't care.

But either way, no matter what, Poppy knows one thing for certain. Her heart can't take much more of this. And she didn't want it to. She doesn't want someone to come around and ruin this tranquility she's built for herself just for his own fun. So she asks, practically begs him, to just don't make her fall in love with him. Don't make her chase after him if he had no intentions of keeping her. Her instincts tell her that this is a terrible idea, that she should have slammed the door on the Spaniard long ago as she locked eyes with him.

But there was just something about him that made her love him.

(Not exactly the Dracula route I meant, I'm still working on it, but I hope it's still fun to read XD)

Peezy • Little Shop of Horrors AU

Ok ok I know this may not sound right but hear me out- Poppy x Wheezy are the most wholesome of the ships, kind of like how Audrey and Symore are wholesome. And also share the fact that Poppy/Audrey still see Wheezy/Seymore as such a good person deep down despite knowing or finding out the things they've done. Not to mention that Wheezy would treat Poppy right just like how Seymore would for Audrey.

Poppy and Wheezy work together in the same flower shop, and they both would agree that they are the high lights of each others work day. It's not exactly hidden that the two have feelings for each other- as their boss blatantly told Wheezy that he knew he thought things about the sweet girl. Though for many reasons, one of which is Poppy's horrid boyfriend Ben, they aren't together.

It was always heart-wrenching and rage inducing whenever Poppy would come in with fresh tears in her eyes, or when she would brush it off as just 'typical relationship struggles'. Wheezy has tried to just keep it to himself, and offer Poppy any comfort she needs. Though the night he got to actually see how that bastard treated her, he decided enough was enough. That bloodthirsty plant was the one who suggested it, but it's not like this wasn't a long time coming anyway.

The next morning, when Poppy is crying out of guilt rather than heartbreak, Wheezy keeps a cool head as he wraps an ashy arm around her and assures her that she shouldn't waste another second on that boy. He was never worth it, not if he couldn't appreciate what he had. Everything is alright now...

(... This was meant to be more fluffy, as fluffy as the original was, but it turned out a bit more manipulative than I intended at the end? I think? 😅 but hey, no one's gonna miss Ben either way-)

Pocho • Sweeny Todd AU

This one is special because here, Poppy is playing the role of Anthony, and Psycho Johanna. Specifically, I'm imagining the part of the play where Johanna is stuck in the asylum and Anthony is trying to break her free. Poppy in the Tiny-Tots AU is trying to set her friend and love free the second she finds out about him being locked away. Even if she has to employ the help of criminals to get him out.

Or, if we want more horror, Psycho is Sweeny, and Poppy is Lucy. Falsely accused of crimes he didn't commit just so the accuser could take his wife. Despite the fight he put up, Psycho and Poppy were separated, and she... Got hurt badly. And Psycho only finds out later when he comes back, now driven over the edge of sanity after all these years. And now, it's time for revenge.

Popshine • The Count of Monte Cristo AU

Another odd choice, I know. I almost gave this AU to Peezy in fact, but... Honestly I don't have too good of an excuse, I just want Shiny to sing Hell to Your Doorstep.

Also, just- can you imagine these girls using threads from their clothes in placement of engagement rings?? Shiny coming back years later, a shell of her former self but still being in love with Poppy despite how angry she is?? Poppy recognizing her immediately despite all that's happened and does her best to convince Shiny she still loves her???? My heart-

(Also I have a strong lesbian need to imagine Shiny in count clothes-)

Griny • Bonnie and Clyde AU

C'mon, how was this not going to be them?? Now granted, the only song I know from that musical is Buck you're going Back to Jail, but I do know the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Shiny and Greasy would absolutely be criminal lovers on the run if it was just them. They would be such an infamous duo on the road, as they both can get mean when they need to.

(I would add more details to this, but I've been working on this ask for literal hours and I can't just save it as a draft so I'm trying to finish this 😅)

Bonus! Kingston X Poppy • Heathers AU

Ok ok ok I'm not sure if this musical would fit them honestly. Mainly because Kingston is your OC and you have broader musical knowledge than I do, so you know what would fit Kingston best. I just like the idea of Kingston singing I was Meant to Be Yours while Poppy is panicking in a closet.

What Musical would you say fits these two best, if you want to add onto this?

This is a very long ask, I apologize 😅 but I hope it's fun to read! ^^

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH OKAY

Smarty Pop Phantom of the Opera AU: I love how you set this up!! Pink roses at different stages of wilt? Poppy reading 'secret admirer' letters with a dreamy smile?? Ahhhhhhhhh

Greasy Pop Dracula AU: Ooooooh i love this.

please just dont make me fall in love with you, poppy breathes, heavy eyelids tired with life hanging heavy over her pretty eyes. Greasy's in her bedroom (vaguely she notices that he looks caught, for a moment. Eyes a smidge rounder and stock-still). She was sleeping until she had a bad feeling and woke- and saw him there. She should be terrified, she should try to run. She knows this. And yet she feels overwhelmingly calm, even with his wolf-like smile on her in the enclosed space; sleepiness from just a moment ago acting like a sedative. That, and that thing about Greasy that... always just makes everything go s l o w, around her.

(her will, her instincts to get away, her common sense, her movements... )

his smirk in the dark is definitely a warning as he straightens up, the sharp glint of his teeth making her feel a primal discomfort- almost fear.

i make no promises, hermosa. go back to sleep now. and in the morning try to resist; id like to see you try~

goodnight.

poppy watches the nightmare disappear swiftly, inhumanly gracefully, out her open window and only once he's gone- does she start to feel scared.

Peezy Little Shop of Horrors AU: I LOVE THE IDEA OF WHEEZY AND AUDREY II INTERACTING XDD I JUST KNOW IT WOULD BE GREAT XDD Also also-- Wheezy calling Ben 'boy'??? Sarah do you want me dead????? XD

Pocho Sweeney Todd AU: Ahhh, I love how you twisted this one around!! And the second one- woah XD Psycho is, of course, a great Sweeney. Plus they have kids so that works out, too (Imagine Turpin in this sent Percy away to boarding school or something, but kept Penny) I have to admit though that when I first saw the title here I thought Poppy was gonna be Joanna and Psycho was gonna be Anthony- and I thought, Rena would make a g r e a t Judge Turpin 😏 (i'm sorry, i'm thinking about rena in the turpin costume now XD the tight pants?? whoops- )

Griny Bonnie & Clyde AU: I LOVE BONNE & CLYDE I'M LISTENING TO IT RIGHT NOW. And- obviously- yes, this is absolutely perfect XD

Popshine Count of Monte Cristo AU: 🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕

(Also I'm very happy we both have the urge to put our mean bisexual oc's in periodwear XXD )

*just after they conspired to break greays outta jail*:

Seeing you mention You're Going Back To Jail though made me think XDD- who would Buck and Blanche? XDD Buck, Clydes brother who also broke outta prison and Blance, Buck's hardass wife who 's snide towards Clyde and Bonnie and sends her husband back to jail so they can one day be happy? XD My vote is for Jane Doe and Wheezy XD Can you imagine Wheezy gettin' told by his girl to turn his ass back the hell in??? 'what the hell are you talkin' about!??' *audible panic in his tone*

Bye, baby~

See you soon, sugar~

Kingston and Poppy Heathers AU: Oooooh, I could totally see this in the Highschool AU! XD

Hmmmmm, which musical AU should I go dor with King and Poppy... I donno, but I'm thinkin a Beetlejuice AU for Poppy and Rena XD Poppy is Adam (Or Lydia more like. But like grown adult Lydia who gets just as uncomfy as Adam does.), of course, and Rena is BJ XDDD Rena is such a gross femme fatale XD

I think we're a perfect fit, lets make out a bit-

Bigger, further, harder-

C'mon, drop your panties, I'm trynna fill you with wisdom and skill and the instinct to kill-

Gotta haunt til it hurts through the night~

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fallingblueroses · 3 months ago

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Inspired by a YouTube clip.

Yes, I know it wouldn't work like this.

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Cesar hummed to himself as he rummaged through a large wooden crate in PattyCake Production's staging area, then straightened out with a megaphone in each hand. "Hey. Look what I found!"

Layne glanced over from the shelves he was looking over. "Oh yeah. Tony ordered those a while back."

"What for?" Cesar put the megaphones down and went back into the box.

"Some girls were wanting to make a cheerleader video."

Geoff frowned a little from where he stood next to Cesar. "Oh yeah. Kath told me about them. She said Tony threw them out for being weirdos."

Layne nodded. "Mm-hmm. That's one way to put it."

Cesar pressed a button and brought a megaphone to his mouth. "Testing. One. Two." His voice echoed through the staging area, and he grinned at Geoff. "Works great." He sang into the megaphone. "'Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream...' Come on guys, join in!"

Eli sighed from where he was working on a light as Cesar handed Layne and Geoff each a megaphone before starting to sing again. The other two men joined in, and it on for a few verses before Eli interrupted them. "Excuse me, but am I the only one planning on working today?"

"Yes," Geoff said.

Eli rolled his eyes as Layne looked at the bullhorn in his hand. "Hey, anyone remember that scene from The Simpsons with Bart and the megaphones?"

"Oh yeah," Cesar said. "I wonder if that would work?"

"No," Eli said. "It wouldn't. It'd blow out the speakers."

"Well obviously it wouldn't work with how many he used," Layne said. A grin came to his face. "But it might work with four."

Cesar's eyes lit up. "Let's try it."

Eli sighed. "Guys..."

Cesar gave Eli an exaggerated pleading look. "Please?" He punctuated the look with a few eyelash bats.

Eli sighed and shook his head. "All right. Fine."

Cesar quickly handed Eli a megaphone as Layne looked around. "Who's going to try it?"

"Let Geoff," Cesar said. He looked over at the bass. "Maybe you could hit the E1?"

"Or the B-zero," Layne mused.

"Yeah!" Cesar nodded as everyone got in position. "What say, Geoff?"

"I think I can hit that," Geoff said. He held up his megaphone to join the line as Eli, Layne, and Cesar braced themselves. "All right. B-zero in three...two...one..."

***

Tony was sitting at his desk with Kathy looking over his shoulder as they went over some editing on Tony's computer. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes when they heard VoicePlay's amplified voices, but didn't pay it much mind.

Eventually Tony felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle, and glanced to the door as he realized. "Uh-oh. They got quiet."

Kathy sighed but nodded. "We'd better check."

Tony got up and Kathy followed him out of the office. They were halfway to the stage area when there was a loud, booming noise and PattyCake seemed to move underneath their feet. Tony fell against the wall and slid down to the floor, and Kathy cried out as she fell to her hands and knees. The noise only lasted for a few seconds before cutting off with squeals and screeches like speakers blowing. When the sound stopped Tony could hear what sounded like several car alarms going off in the parking lot.

He sat up and looked at Kathy. "Are you okay?"

She gingerly touched her ears. "I think so."

The shock began to wear off and anger took it's place. He helped Kathy up and they ran to the stage area, where VoicePlay was still lined up with the megaphones, bracing themselves.

Cesar was the first to open his eyes and raise his head. "That was awesome! Do it again!"

Eli was next. "I think the megaphones are broken." He said "Testing" into the one he held, to no effect.

Geoff tried the megaphone in his hand with the same result. "Maybe I should have gone a little higher..."

Tony exploded. "What are you people DOING to my studio?"

Layne held up a finger. "Our studio."

"Okay then, you can take care of arranging for the structural engineer to make sure this place is still safe! What were you doing, anyway?"

"That thing from The Simpsons," Layne said.

Tony gaped at him. "What?"

Kathy spoke up from behind him. "Well then. Maybe a Simpsons-appropriate punishment is in order."

The four of them looked over at Kathy, and Tony quite enjoyed the sudden nervousness on their faces.

***

Tony stood on guard just inside the door to his office as Kathy handed paper and pens to VoicePlay, who was seated around Tony's desk. Layne spoke to Cyndi on the phone as he took his paper and pen from Kathy. "Go ahead and eat without me. I'll be late. Kathy's got me writing sentences again. Yeah. I'll explain when I get home. Love you too. Bye." He hung up as Eli finished a similar call to Ashley.

Once everything had been handed out, Kathy joined Tony at the door. "Geoff, you're going to write 'I will not sing bass notes into megaphones'. And you other three are going to write 'I will not encourage Geoff to sing bass notes into megaphones'. One hundred times. And no one leaves until they're done."

There was some grumbling, but the men settled down to write. After a few minutes, Cesar looked up. "Hey, Kathy? What can we encourage him to do?"

Geoff and Layne snorted back laughter as Eli kicked Cesar's leg, making an "ow" sound come out of the younger man. Cesar pouted at Eli as the tenor growled. "Shut up and write your sentences."

Cesar mumbled under his breath but turned back to his paper. Kathy and Tony exchanged wry looks, and Tony shook his head as they watched over the others.

#fan fiction #ficlet #voiceplay #geoff castellucci #layne stein #eli jacobson #cesar de la rosa #kathy castellucci #tony wakim #shenanigans #sillyposting

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strawberrystepmom · 12 days ago

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Happy Friday Kendall!

I’ve been love love lovinggggggg reading about Danken. You two are the most wonderful couple

What’s a Danken dinner party look like?

happy Friday sweetheart!!!! here’s to a great day <3 thank u so much for saying that bc i've sure loved yapping about us aldjlaksjfdlaskdjflakjdf like i really just sit here like okay everyone and here's how we play pattycake sometimes!

but to answer your question - dinner parties are a little unhinged in the best way. i'm too ambitious and extra for my own good sometimes so we're usually scrambling while everyone comes in to finish up but a good time is had by all. we sneak out to the balcony of my apartment to get away when everyone's talking. he helps as much as i'll allow which isn't much until he grabs me by my shoulders and tells me he's helping whether i like it or not.

here's a lil moodboard visual too. idk why i felt like doing that. extra, yk? that's him making sure he reads my handmade menu on the top left bc he'll be the only person who does and he'll tell me how great it was later.

#answered #danken

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edgarallanpoesbestie · 10 months ago

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My top head cannons for The Villain's Lair by Pattycake Productions:

(PLEASE check out the channel, The Villain's Lair is one of their best series: https: //youtube.com/@pattycakeproductions?si=7JG-KjRbMUUR_H35 )

Cruella and Gothel are besties - 'nuff said. You know they're standing at the back of the room gossiping and sharing beauty tips ALL the time. Especially Cruella. The rest of the Queen's council are trying to keep this whole revenge plan from going off the rails, but their main priority is making sure they look fiendishly fabulous

We already know that Scar guards the lair with a few loyal hyenas, but I bet good money he grumbles about it at any given opportunity. From king of the Pridelands to overgrown guard dog; he absolutely talks shit about the villains behind their backs

Frollo, being his natural creep-ish self, isn't 'friends' with any of the villains apart from Jafar. His main problem with the others is that they're either idiotic, are powerful women or possess magical abilities. The latter is the reason he's personally conflicted about being on good terms with Jafar. His lil' brain can't handle that the closest thing he has to a friend is the world's most powerful sorcerer

Jafar doesn't care tho, he's far too busy trying to suck up to the Queen so that he can relive his Royal-Visier-I'm-basically-in-charge days. This means that he and Maleficent are slightly bitter: he's constantly trying to outshine the other villains in usefulness and raw power, and Maleficent is so effortlessly on top in both categories (no matter how much she and EQ go at it) that he's salty about never being able to compete with her

NO ONE wants the quarters of the castle closest to the Queen of Hearts because it's practically eardrum s*icide. They just about tolerate her shouting during meetings, they do not want it in their off time thank you very much (Bonus headcannon: it's been decided that if Hans needs a room after the Morva voyage is over, THAT can be his. Captain Hook's suggestion lol)

Hook enjoys things that are stereotypical considered 'feminine', though he'd prefer the label "chivalrous or otherwise elegant". Playing piano, fine clothes, flowers (especially his favourites which are begonias), ect. Make no mistake, he's retained the blood thirstiness and ruthlessness of his pirate career, and this cocktail of a personality compliments and even amuses Lady Tremaine, who secretly enjoys having him around for tea

Maleficent and the Evil Queen are secretly intrigued by each other's power (huge capacity for magical strength Vs cunning leadership) but would rather drop DEAD than admit it as they're both concerned over what that could mean. You mean to tell them there's someone equally as formidable and intimidating as themselves?? Gasp. Their egos couldn't handle it if you paid them, so they consistently try to one up each other to feel important

Whilst Dr Facilier was an undercover spy in the lair, he'd sneak away after every meeting to update Ursula on his progress of throwing a spanner into the Villains' plans. It just makes me giggle to think of him eagerly giving her the details like a little kid going "look at what I just did!" but obv 10x more devious

#the villains lair #disney villains #pattycake productions #fandom #fyp #voiceplay #disney

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canmargesimpson · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1:

This idea has been in my head over 2 years now so please be nice

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The date was February 1, 1996. Steve and Eddie were both in the supermarket buying food and supplies to survive the horrible winter they were exposed to. Since moving to Chicago, they have learned that when it came to winter, it was no joke. At least they weren’t in their crappy apartment they used to be before. When they got married last summer, they decided to move into a better house, and so they bought a small Chicago styled house, in a little neighborhood where the neighbors weren’t nosey or even cared that two men were sharing the same bed every night, or even that their neighbor was a considered a “Metal Icon”. Inside their house, it was their own world, where Eddie could dance to corny pop songs, Steve could read with his glasses and they could watch weird science fiction movies with their cat, Gimli, on their lap purring.

Now, they both found themselves on the breakfast aisle where Steve was carefully choosing a coffee since the last one they bought was horrible. But as he did that, Eddie stared at a father and his daughter. He knows it's weird for him to stare at people, especially at a father playing pattycake with her daughter as they waited for the mother to arrive, but something about them just caught his eye. Eventually, a woman walked up, with some bread on her arm, laughing at her daughter and husband. The man stood up and leaned in to give her wife a sweet peck on the lips before picking up their daughter, placing her on his hip, and walking away. To the next aisle, the giggles of the daughter echoing in the small supermarket they were in.

Seeing this small interaction just made Eddie's body warm up. This sort of thing is starting to happen more and more constantly. Whenever he looked through the living room window, and saw a small kid with their parents having fun, or even just walking by, he would grew fuzzy and

embarrassed for some weird reason. It starts with a single tingle on his stomach, then a warmth that covers him from head to toe making his ear turn bright red. Was this… Baby fever? He had never really felt like this, he always thought of kids as a pest or a broken alarm clock that wouldn't turn off. If you were to ask Eddie 10 years ago if he wanted kids, he would have laughed, hard. But now, he feels like it was… due. Like it was the final step of their journey together. He knew that Steve would totally be up to it, the man is already a father of a bunch of kids in his class, and he literally spent his youth taking care of Dustin and the party, so he knew that he would be totally up to it. But what worried him was his own self. Is he ready to be a father? Did he REALLY want to be a father?

“Eddie!” Steve snapped in front of his eyes, Eddie quickly blinking himself out of his own head “what’s wrong?”

Eddie looked back at where the family once was and then back at his illegitimate husband and smiled, shook his head and mumbled a “nothing”. They both walked around the supermarket till they got everything they wanted. They paid, and went home in their car, singing along to the songs on the radios like always. Once home, Gimli made it very clear he was hungry, so as Eddie put the groceries away, Steve fed the wild cat.

“Oh poor baby” Steve talked to the cat, in which he responded with a wails in response “yes, you are a poor baby, must be so hungry. How could we forget to feed you earlier?”

Eddie closed the cabinet and then looked at Steve and the warmth from before crawled back up his spine. God, there must be something really wrong with him. He finished quickly, shelving everything into a single cabinet and went straight to bed, opened his book and started reading. Eventually Steve joined him, plopping down next to his husband and stared up to Eddie as he read.

“What’s on your mind sweetheart?” Eddie asked as he read the next line. Throughout the years together, Eddie had practiced his listening while reading skill, and now he pretty much considered himself an expert. So now, from the corner of his eye, he could see Steve in his head thinking and with his other eye, he could read.

“I just… i want another cat” steve blurbs out

Eddie frowns confused as he places his Lord of the Rings inspired bookmark on the page, closes the book and leaves it on the nightstand. Yes, maybe he could read and listen at the same time, but sometimes, he just needs to focus on one thing, and apparently this was one of those times “Another cat?”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed, as he curled himself into Eddie and started playing with his old t-shirt from a metal band that he didn’t know. “I think Gimli deserves a brother… or sister”

Eddie placed his hand on Steve’s recently cut hair. It was shorter than usual, so he couldn’t really run his hands through it, but it was still long enough to pull when needed. So Eddie carefully pulled Steve’s hair, making him look up at him, their gaze meeting and locking. He could feel that Steve wasn’t telling him something, because if he really wanted another cat, he would have just gotten one, Eddie has told him a million times he doesn’t have to warn him. Eddie could arrive at his house with 10 new cat’s and he wouldn’t bother at all. So now having Steve curling up to him, asking him for a cat, when he already knew he could get one, told eddie there was something underneath his words

“Really?” Eddie blinked slowly, like a cat, staring straight into his soul. The younger boy looked away quickly and just sighed “what’s going on, honey?”

Steve looked back up, and took a deep breath. He moved up, so they could both be staring eye to eye, no one looking down or up at the other. He grabbed the hands of Eddie and just looked down at their hands together. Though they were very different, they fit perfectly together. While Eddie's fingers were thin, boney and long, Steve’s finger’s were chunky and strong. While Eddie's hands were covered in meaningful tattoos and rings, Steve's hands were completely bare from the wedding ring they both shared. Steve thinned his lips and just looked at eddie.

“I know we have already had this conversation, 2 years ago and you said no, but something in me hopes you have changed your mind in some way so…” Steve frowns and spills out his words “what do you think about having kids?”

Eddie inhaled clearly, quite surprised that he had just read his mind. Eddie obviously didn’t have the time to even think about it, i mean, he thought about it in the grocery store for some solid 5 minutes, but that was it. There was no reflection or process of the thought of having a child in the house, but that didn’t matter, because it was too late for Eddie to even think about it.

“Yes,” he said plainly.

Steve’s eyes went wide, his mouth parted slightly and he blacked three times just to make sure he was dreaming or not, to see if Eddie was just messing with him or being completely serious. He was quite surprised with the answer, since every time they ever got close to a human younger than 13, Eddie would quickly wrinkle his nose and just scratch his hair completely confused as if it were a math test. But now, his answer was so direct and simple, Steve could have never seen it coming.

“You said…yes?” Steve bit his tongue hiding his smile “yes? You wanna have kids?”

“I-i-i guess? I mean” Eddie sat up and looked away to stare into his lap and his hand fidgeting “I just… im so scared but like, fuck it?” he shrugged “i mean, today at the supermarket, that family kinda looked… happy. And now that I think of it, they must have been scared too, you know?” he looks down at his illegitimate husband who just stared in awe with a thin but visible layer of tears in his eyes ``and hell, you might be scared too!” Eddie laughed as Steve nodded “so let's just do it. Let’s go to an orphanage or a foster home or or or even find a surrogate! Let’s do our research and prepare, and if you end up with the six nuggets you once wanted back in Hawkins then lets have them! Fuck yeah!”

And that’s how it all started.

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Chapter 2

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acaplaya-musings · 9 months ago

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Geoff & Sanders Sides crossover fic thing

So basically this idea wouldn't leave my head until I got it written down, and also I partially blame FallingBlueRoses for this (affectionate).

Alright first of all, if you somehow found this through the Sanders Sides tag and you don't know who Geoff Castellucci is, go look him up on YouTube! Much more than just a pretty face ;). But you don't really have to know too much about Geoff to understand this fic - think of it as an Outsider POV fic, with a bit of a twist at the end. But also note that I haven't actually watched any Thomas Sanders videos since 2021 (it's just that Sanders Sides somehow continues to remain in my head rent-free and I can still hear all their voices clear as day), so their visual appearances are based off of what they all looked like back then (in case there have been any changes since - I really don't know).

To my followers and other Geoff fans who don't know Sanders Sides: this little fic basically explains all the relevant bits (except this is an AU where they're "real" of course) - you can learn along with Geoff!

This fic became a bit longer than planned but I still wanted to post this here rather than AO3.

Geoff yawned as he walked through the doors of Pattycake Studios. He was never really a fan of early wakeups, especially when it wasn’t even for a proper filming day, but he knew his latest video plan could benefit from some light rehearsal and blocking first, and for situations like this, it was easier to get things done when the studio was quieter. But he certainly wouldn’t say no to a bit of an energy boost first. Thank someone for the coffee machine…

Geoff made a beeline for Pattycake’s coffee-maker, while glancing down at the video notes he had typed out on his phone. It took him a couple moments to register the five men in his peripheral vision, sitting on the blue leather sofa in the breakroom. Must be filming a video here today, or doing prep work at least. Geoff knew Layne and Tony were often willing to hire out parts of the studio to anyone who needed such a space for filming, but he didn’t usually bother to keep up to date with such things, other than checking that certain sets would be available to use when desired. It wasn’t completely uncommon for Geoff to cross paths with different artists and performers in the studio, though, and often he would greet them with a smile and a nod, but currently, most of his brain was focused on obtaining coffee, and the remaining parts were thinking about his video plan. And so Geoff didn’t initially think much about the quiet whistle from the side of the room, until he happened to overhear what one of the men was saying.

“Hey! Hey Thomas! Look!” said one of the people on the couch.

There was a sigh, and then another voice – Thomas, presumably – spoke up. “What is it, Roman?” The voice had a similar timbre, brothers, perhaps.

The first one, “Roman”, spoke again, now sounding indignant. “Oh I’m sorry, have you somehow not noticed the definition of handsome that just walked into the room? I mean come on! The hair! The arms! The hair! Quite frankly I’m not sure what I feel more, love or envy!”

“Hey Thomas, why don’t you have arms like that? Ever thought about that?” asked a third voice, a little lower and with slightly more roughness to it than the first.

“Well I’m thinking about it now, obviously,” replied Thomas, sounding irked.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

Obviously the other men were talking about Geoff – there was nobody else in the room after all – but even now he still couldn’t fully understand how so many different people seemed to think of him as attractive. Furthermore, the first guy, (‘Roman’, was it?) who had spoken up had made no attempt to be quiet or subtle when talking, as if he thought Geoff wouldn’t be able to hear him, or he simply didn’t care. It’s too early in the morning for this…

Having reached the coffee-maker, Geoff finished reading through his notes, and then turned on the machine, while the conversation off to the side of the breakroom continued.

“Okay but just hear me out, Thomas,” said Roman. Geoff snuck a quick glance across the room, and identified Roman as the one wearing a Prince Charming-esque costume straight out of a Disney movie. Or a Pattycake Productions video, even. His white long-sleeve shirt was adorned with gold accents across the front, shoulders, and cuffs, and topped off with a red sash that ran from the top of the right shoulder down to the left hip. Roman continued. “All I’m saying is, that guy looks like he knows what he’s doing, like he’s been here multiple times before! He might even work here regularly!”

“Your point being?” asked Thomas, who sounded like he wasn’t entirely following.

“I’m saying that there could be multiple opportunities here for the taking! First you go up and say hi, make small talk, you could say you need help with your video, and you’re gonna have to come back here at least a couple more times before it’s done, so you exchange contact details, for purely Business Reasons of course, but then maybe-”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” cut in a different voice. It was stern, clear, and direct, almost like a schoolteacher. “During your flights of fancy and prolonged aesthetic appreciation of this man, did you take even a single moment to observe his hands?”

“His hands? Why would I- Oh, right. He’s got rings on.”

“Precisely – he’s married. And besides, who’s to say that he’s romantically attracted to other men anyway?”

Thomas sighed. “Yeah, you’re right, Logan, I know,” he said flatly.

Well, at least that got sorted out by itself. Geoff just had to wait a few more moments for his coffee to be ready, and then he could go get to work.

A fifth distinct voice spoke up, lighter and bubblier than the voices of the others. “Hey now, no need to let it get you down! After all, there’s no saying you can’t talk to him at all! You could go say hi, get to know him a little!”

“Nope, no way, nuh uh,” said the lower-voiced guy quickly and firmly. Geoff matched the voice to the one wearing a black hoodie covered in purple plaid patches. “Well, not right now at least,” he continued after a beat of silence. “Look, he’s here as early as we are, and he’s clearly busy with his own stuff, and probably the last thing he wants is to be distracted or held up by some random guy wanting a conversation.”

Geoff couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Thomas and the one in the hoodie. He recalled moments in his younger years, when he had had similar dialogues play out in his head, in regards to people he admired, or simply wanted to get to know better. And sure, he didn’t always have the biggest ‘social battery’, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be viewed as aloof and unapproachable. At least the coffee is finally ready.

He took a long drink of coffee, and relaxed his shoulders as he felt the hot, caffeinated beverage already begin to work its magic. Perhaps the video work could wait a little longer – after all, it was just basic courtesy to acknowledge these newcomers, wasn’t it?

Geoff took a step away from the coffee machine and towards the group of five, giving them a friendly smile. “It’s okay, I don’t bite,” he said. “Well, once I’ve had my morning coffee, anyway!”

Geoff wasn’t prepared for the shocked and surprised expressions on each of the men, as five pairs of eyes rapidly fixed upon him.

“Wait, you can hear us? And see us, too?” said Roman, gesturing to everyone else except the guy in the middle, who was currently shooting a half-panicked half-frustrated look in Roman’s direction.

Geoff raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yes? Am I not supposed to?” he replied, deeply confused.

The guy in the middle of the sofa chuckled nervously. “Oh just ignore him,” he said with a forced smile. This must be Thomas, based on the voice. “It’s like a… comedy bit, yeah, y’know, just a silly joke!”

“…Riiiiight,” said Geoff, having another drink of his coffee while side-eyeing the group. There was definitely something going on here – he just couldn’t fully put his finger on it yet.

The individual wearing a blue striped tie leaned his head over to Thomas. “I don’t think he fully believes us,” he said flatly.

“Yes, thank you Logan!” Thomas snapped, but there was more worry in his tone and demeanour than annoyance. He took a deep breath in, and looked back at Geoff. “I’m so sorry, we really didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve got work to do, so we’ll leave you be and you can forget that any of this ever happened!”

Geoff took a final sip of coffee before setting the mug down. Perhaps video planning can wait a little longer. He folded his arms and took on a relaxed position, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Well, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, but there’s obviously a story here, and I must admit that now you’ve got me kinda curious!” he said. “And I’m in no real hurry to get started on my own stuff.”

Thomas glanced uncertainly at the men sitting either side of him. The one in the light blue polo shirt smiled encouragingly at him, but the other three looked uncertain. Thomas sighed. “Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else-”

“-Not that anyone else will probably believe you,” said the one in the hoodie.

“…and promise not to freak out.”

Geoff gave a light-hearted scoff. “Please, I’ve been involved in a lot of crazy stuff over the years,” he said, thinking especially about some of the things Layne would come up with for video shoots. Geoff smiled, but paused when he saw Thomas’ expression. “I promise. Oh, and I’m Geoff, by the way.” He took another step towards the couch and held out his hand. Thomas stood up and shook it.

“I’m Thomas,” said Thomas, “and these-” he moved to stand next to Geoff. “-are, well, it might be better if I show you something first.” He then spoke to the other men still on the couch. “Okay guys, go back in please! I’ll call you all back shortly, probably.”

Geoff was about to ask Thomas what he meant by “show you something”, but then his gaze focused on the couch, and his eyes widened. Before his very eyes, the four other men had quite literally faded from view, going from solid, to translucent, to completely gone in just a few seconds, so that now it appeared that Geoff and Thomas were the only people in the room.

Thomas turned to Geoff. “Look, I know this is still probably gonna sound really crazy, but those were-, are literal representatives of different aspects of my personality – my “Sides”, I call them – and actually there’s a couple other Sides as well but those four are sorta the ‘main ones’, and I’m probably not doing great at explaining this because they’re usually only seen by others when they want to be seen by others! And we weren’t planning on you being able to see or hear them – not that I’m saying it's your ‘fault’ or anything, but…” Thomas trailed off helplessly.

A small bell of familiarity was ringing in the back of Geoff’s mind, but the rest of his brain was trying to process the whole ‘different aspects of one personality’ thing. “…Like Inside Out?” he asked, remembering the sequel he had watched at the cinema not too long ago.

Thomas brightened a little. “Yeah! Sorta!” he replied. “But a bit more complex than that, I guess you could say. I could introduce them properly if you’d like?”

“Please, go right ahead!”

“Alright, first of all, meet Roman.” Thomas lifted up his hand in the direction of the couch, and Roman faded back into view. “He represents my creativity, my imagination, and, well, he’s also my romantic side.”

Roman looked away, a reddish hue on his cheeks. “I’m sorry again about all that,” he said to Geoff, not meeting his eyes. “I honestly wouldn’t have acted that way if I knew you could hear me!”

Geoff smiled reassuringly at him. “It’s all good, no harm done,” he replied.

“Next up: Logan!” said Thomas, again lifting his hand. Logan, who wore thick, black square glasses, a black polo shirt, and a dark blue striped tie, faded back onto the couch just as Roman had, and nodded at Thomas in greeting. “Logan is my logical side,” Thomas explained, “he represents my knowledge, my rational thinking, my reasoning, that sort of thing.”

“Yes, and may I highlight the fact that I was the one who stopped Roman from taking things too far just before?” said Logan with more than a hint of smugness.

“Yes, well done,” Geoff replied. Roman folded his arms and made an indignant humph sound. “…but I can’t exactly stop people from fantasising, and it’s not Roman’s fault that I heard what was obviously meant to be a private conversation!” Roman brightened at that, and turned to Logan and poked his tongue out at him. Geoff laughed. Oh yes, I know this dynamic well.

Thomas then introduced another Side. “Now it’s Patton’s turn!” Patton wore glasses similar to Logan’s, though a little more rounded. His polo shirt was like Logan’s as well, but sky blue instead of black, and he had some sort of grey hoodie tied over his shoulders. “Patton represents my emotions, as well as my moral compass and inner child.” Patton beamed and waved happily at Geoff. Geoff waved back, and noticed the symbol on Patton’s polo shirt, which wasn’t a brand logo like Geoff had initially assumed. It was a small picture of a smiling heart with glasses on it. Geoff looked at Logan’s polo and was unsurprised to see a picture of similar form, but this one a brain wearing glasses.

“Let me guess,” said Geoff to Thomas, “Logan represents the brain, and Patton represents the heart?”

Logan smiled approvingly. “Very astute!” he said. Patton nodded eagerly and clapped his hands in delight.

“Well finally,” said Thomas, “meet Virgil!” Geoff was a little surprised when Virgil, instead of fading in gradually like the other three, instead simply popped into view in the blink of an eye. His hair was tinted with purple, his face was paler than the others, and he wore heavy black eyeshadow underneath his eyes. “Virgil represents my anxiety, but he’s also my self-preservation and my fight-or-flight response!” Virgil gave Geoff a nod and a two-fingered salute in greeting.

Geoff turned to Thomas. “So you said none of them can usually be seen out in the open except when they want to be? Is that right?” he asked.

Thomas shrugged. “Don’t ask me how it works, but basically, yeah,” he said. “I’m a YouTuber, and sometimes these guys get involved in some of my videos, and that’s when we can pass it off as it all being ‘me’ the whole time, y’know?”

The bell that had been ringing in Geoff’s brain grew louder. “Actually, I think I do know,” he replied, “and I think I might have an idea why I could see and hear your Sides? It might be totally unrelated, but…”

Thomas looked at him curiously. “Oh?

Geoff rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess you could kind of say I have something similar,” he said. “Not exactly a ‘different aspects of personality’ situation, but, well, I suppose I might as well show you?”

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This Geoff guy has Sides too? Okay, well, maybe not Sides exactly, but still, of all the explanations for Geoff being able to see and hear the Sides when he wasn’t supposed to, Thomas hadn’t considered this one.

Geoff took a couple steps away from Thomas and looked to the side, saying something too quiet to hear. Then Thomas and the Sides watched in shock and amazement as Geoff seemingly split into five people, with all of the "copies" of Geoff stepping out of the original Geoff, one-by-one. Thomas wasn’t quite sure whether this made things make sense, or whether he was just now more confused, but either way, it seemed like he and Geoff did have something to talk about after all.

((I totally could have written more than this, and definitely have at least a couple ideas for interactions between Geoff's Clones and Thomas' Sides, but again, this turned out to be longer than expected, so I'm ending it here. No guarantees for a part 2! Idk! We'll see!))

((UPDATE: Yeah I'm making a part 2, and I actually made just one or two small alterations to this end section to be more "lore-consistent" with the fics that FallingBlueRoses has made. Part 2 will be linked here when complete, whenever that may be!))

#geoff castellucci #sanders sides #castellucci clones #jeff jeoph goff and daryl #acaplaya writings #Four Clones Aside

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delimeful · 2 years ago

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just a little rush (2)

G/T July Day 5: Caught

warnings: angst, remus POV w more theoretical gore than usual, mentions of surgery & gore, jerk giant minor oc, panic, dissociation, dehumanization

Remus hated to admit it, but Pattycakes had been right.

He definitely should have waited a little longer before trying for his next escape attempt.

It was the woulda-coulda-shoulda sort of regret that he didn’t usually waste time on. He was well aware of how many of his plans were bonafide bad ideas, and he generally went through with them anyhow.

The alternative was letting the fire ants under his skin grow more and more intolerable until he ended up doing the dumb thing anyway, but even more recklessly. It wasn’t so much a ‘choice’ as it was a ‘delay of the inevitable’.

After all, he was the only one getting hurt in the end, right?

Now, watching helplessly from behind birdcage bars as that bastard human loomed over Patton, he was finding that there were some consequences that could make him feel regret, after all.

Initially, the bastard had seemed eerily unperturbed by catching Remus in the act, even if his grip had gone dangerously tight for a heartbeat. He’d dropped Remus back in that gaudy cage without even a single word of scolding, turning away with a preoccupied gaze.

That should have been the first sign that something was about to go horribly wrong.

As it was, Remus’s bad feeling didn’t catch up with the reality of the situation until the human walked in mid-phone call, stopping right in front of them. The bastard looked them over with a calculating eye as he spoke to the tinny voice on the other end about prices and procedures, as though they were too dumb to put the pieces together.

Patton hadn’t stopped shaking until hours later, his wings tucked as tight against his back as they would go. Remus had forced himself silent for once, knowing that the gory thoughts he had to offer would only make the situation worse, and simply squeezed Patton against his side as securely as he could.

It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. No matter how hard they tried to cling on, it only took a single human hand to wrench them apart.

When the bastard had walked in with heavy leather gloves on, Remus had thought he was ready. He’d been prepared for his wings to be mangled, for tiny hollow bones to shatter and wiry muscles to be ground to a pulp, for even the lifelong pain of a botched amputation.

He hadn’t been prepared for the human to grab Patton, instead.

He was shouting, barking swears and threats and pleas that he barely registered as words as Patton was pinned against the polished wood of the nearby table.

It was like he had to make as much noise as possible to counter Patton’s awful, tremulous silence. His cellmate’s face had gone blank and pallid, eyes distant. A few of Remus’s shouts had made him twitch, but nothing seemed enough to bring him back to himself now.

The human— the monster pressed down on Patton’s wing joints and forced the feathery limb to flex open, soft blue plumage on full display.

It picked up a pair of narrow scissors, ignoring the compulsive twitches of the overextended wing under its hand.

The howl that Remus made was inhuman, shredding out of him like razor blades in his throat, and the human paused to glance over at him for the first time.

“Huh.” Its expression was pleased, almost smug. “That vet was right on the money with that ‘social creatures’ thing. Maybe this will finally teach you that there are consequences to your actions, hm?”

It flicked the scissors open with a metallic sound, and as though it was a signal that all was lost, Patton went entirely limp with resignation.

Remus forced himself to keep gripping the bars with numb hands, to keep his ears uncovered, to keep his gaze locked on the only friend he had here. His heart felt like a hammer against his ribs, his mind conjuring up a hundred different gruesome imaginings that were all nothing in comparison to knowing it was about to happen for real.

Patton was going to be grounded forever, at best, and it was his fault. The least he could do was witness exactly what he’d caused.

The monster slid the scissor blades into place, adjusting the angle once or twice, and then snapped them shut with a sharp snkt!

A fistful of feathers tumbled free from Patton’s wing, jagged at one end from where they’d been sheared off. Another cut, and more downy blue scraps fluttered down to the desk’s surface.

Remus felt his breath catch in his throat, a sick and sudden hope twisting through him.

He waited on pins and needles as first one wing, and then the next, had their feathers cropped short with snip after snip of the scissors. There was no split flesh or severed bone, only the near-silent whisper of more and more feathers being cut away.

There were a few moments where the scissors got dangerously close to clipping a blood feather, but ultimately, when Patton was deposited back in the cage, it was without a single wound.

Well. Without any physical wounds.

Even as Remus gathered his friend into a crushing hug, Patton remained unresponsive. Checking him over revealed dull eyes and his shorn wings laid out limply behind him.

He didn’t twitch, not even when the human reached in and clicked a thick, bulky piece of plastic around his shin.

More than willing to pick up the slack, Remus lunged at the intruding digits with a snarl and bared teeth, his wings flared out aggressively.

There was no biting through gloves that thick, though, and with a few casual movements, it had him pinned down with suffocating force. A pair of fingers pinched around his leg, pulling the limb straight and maneuvering something hard and smooth into place around it despite his best efforts to kick and writhe.

There was a click, and the bastard finally, finally withdrew, closing and locking the cage door thoroughly behind it.

Remus barely spared a glance for the thick plastic cuff that had been latched around his lower leg or the wire cord connecting it to the other half of the restraint where it sat on Patton’s own leg. It didn’t matter, not compared to the insistent urge to reach out and make sure that Patton was really there, really alive despite his current lifelessness.

At first, he scoffed at the idea that it was a punishment to be linked to his only companion in this sterile gold-leafed hell, but a closer inspection of Patton’s wings revealed the truth.

Almost every single primary had been severed, an obvious gap with a long stretch of jagged angles left behind. Patton wouldn’t be able to fly like that. Remus would be surprised if he could even manage to glide like that.

Oh. He understood now.

Without use of his wings, the chances of them escaping dropped as abruptly as a piano from the top of a skyscraper, going from challenging to near-impossible.

Hurting Patton and making him watch had been the punishment. Cuffing them together, making it so that any attempt to fly, to escape, would end with Patton inevitably dragging them down— that was a reminder.

Maybe they could still manage to find a way out, if Patton could be persuaded once he came back to himself.

Maybe next time they got caught, it would be the wing itself that was snapped, instead of just the feathers.

Maybe the punishments would continue to escalate until all that was left to cuff Remus to was Patton’s bloodied corpse.

“Sunshine,” he tried with an unsteady voice, desperate for a response, anything to get his mind off the miserable hopelessness of their situation. “Can you hear me?”

Patton didn’t even blink, his mind far away and his body unresponsive. He stared through Remus with glassy eyes, and Remus bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing his breathing into something steadier out of spite alone.

Okay. Patty Wagon wasn’t quite ready to come back yet. That was alright.

Remus could take care of them both for a little bit.

He drew Patton closer, folding his friend’s wings back in as neatly as he could and resisting the urge to run his fingers obsessively over the irregular edges of the cut feathers– they’d need to be removed, but not now. Not now.

Once his mangled wings weren’t laying askew, Patton started looking a little less like roadkill. It was alarmingly easy to maneuver him into a hopefully-comfortable sleeping position, as simple as wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squishing him against his side like they were dead fish in a tin.

It might have been his imagination, but when he ran his hand over Patton’s back, he thought it was a little less tense than before.

With nightmarish visions still playing on the back of his eyelids every time he blinked, Remus mantled his wings to hide the both of them as best he could, and settled in for a sleepless night.

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides g/t #ts remus #ts patton #jalr #just a little rush #my writing #writing #G/T July 2023 #sorry gang the SAD is attacking me and shredding all my schedules

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