#White-haired toon guys

[unfinishedslurs]

eddie's flat ass (steddie)

Dustin whips around as soon as they’re alone. “Steve!”

“I’m Eddie.”

“No, I mean you and Steve. You like him.”

“Of course I like him, Henderson,” Eddie says flatly, pressing a little harder on the gas in hopes of getting to Dustin’s house before he admits something he regrets. “We’re friends. Best buds. A couple of dudes being bros.”

“You’re full of shit,” Dustin says. “I’m not stupid. I saw that. I wish I hadn’t, but I saw it. You’re, like, stupidly into him. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters. His street can’t come soon enough. 

Dustin pushes through. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

“Uh, never?”

“What?!”

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Nothings going to happen, Henderson. Yeah, I’ve got a stupid fucking crush on your babysitter, it doesn’t mean that Steve’s interested in me. He likes girls, Dustin, did you miss that part in the dossier? He thinks we’re a couple of straight guys horsing around, if he found out I was flirting with him I could be thrown into Hunt the Freak 2: the thrilling sequel.”

Dustin’s mouth snaps shut, and he laughs nervously. “Right,” he agrees. “He likes girls. But, uh, hypothetically, if he was into guys…”

They roll to a stop sign, and Eddie turns away from the road to tell the little shit off. But Dustin’s fidgeting, staring steadfast at the road and refusing to meet his eye. 

“You know something,” he realizes. 

“Uh…”

Eddie’s about to shake it out of him. “You’re hiding something, you little shit. What is it? Tell me.”

“I’m not,” he squeaks. 

“Bull-shit you aren’t. What is it? Is it about Steve?” Eddie pales. “Shit, does he know about me?”

“Well…”

“What the hell?!”

“I didn’t tell him!” Dustin yelps. “If you didn’t want him to know, maybe you shouldn’t have been so obvious!”

“Check your tone,” he snaps, hand shaking as he pulls on his hair. “Shit, shit, shit, okay, it’s fine, I just need to flee the country—“

“Why?”

Eddie is this close to throttling the kid. “What do you mean why?”

“Why is this such a big deal?”

“It could get me killed!” He shouts, banging a hand against the steering wheel. “He could—he could fucking tell somebody, and—“

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? You think someone’s a good guy until you’re interested in them, and then it’s all ‘You’re fucking disgusting,’ or ‘Freak,’ or ‘Don’t touch me, you fa—‘“

“Stop!” Dustin shouts, white knuckling the armrest. “Eddie, stop. He’s not going to tell anyone. It’s gonna be okay. It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“It’s fine,” Dustin stresses. “Steve doesn’t care if you’re gay. He definitely doesn’t mind you flirting with him.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie says. 

“Yeah I do.”

“How?”

There’s that deer in headlights look again. Then Dustin takes a deep breath, and his expression turns guilty. 

“I know you’re not supposed to tell people this,” he says, “but you’re freaking out really bad and I’m, like, 99% sure Steve thinks you already know.”

“Steve thinks I know what?”

Dustin tells him. 

Two hours later, he’s still laying on the floor in the trailer, looking up at the ceiling. 

Bisexual. Steve Harrington, the man Eddie’s always hailed as the patron saint of heterosexuality, likes men. 

Might like Eddie. 

“Are you flirting with me?” Eddie blurts out, and immediately tries to bolt. 

He runs face first into a wall and ends up on the ground, wishing the demobats had just killed him. 

Steve appears in his line of vision, standing over his sprawled body. Eddie is treated to a wonderful view, eyes moving from his long, athletic legs to his crotch to his chest and broad shoulders, and finally reaches his face. His very amused face. 

Eddie’s entire body lights on fire. 

“What the hell was that?” Steve asks, laughing. 

“Uh…”

“Wile E Coyote over here. Seriously, man, that was some Loony Toons shit. I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Oh my God, shut up,” he groans. “Just let me die.”

“No way in hell. Sorry, Munson, I put too much work into saving your flat ass to throw it away like that.” Steve grins, holding a hand out for Eddie to take. He ignores it, rolling over so Steve can’t see how red his face is. 

“My ass isn’t flat,” he mumbles into the carpet. 

“Oh, it is,” Steve says cheerfully, nudging said ass with his foot, because he’s a bastard. Eddie doesn’t know why he likes him so much. Everything he does is catastrophically bad for his continued survival. “It’s cute though. I like it.”

“Henderson said, uh, that you were…umm…maybeflirtingwithme?” Eddie finishes in a rush. 

“What?”

Steve’s face is open, automatically tilting his right ear towards Eddie. Eddie doesn’t know if he’s aware that’s something he does. Robin says it’s because of all the concussions, his left ear just isn’t what it used to be. 

Eddie sags, unable to lie to his wide-eyed confusion. “Dustin said you're flirting with me.”

Steve stares at him. 

Eddie fidgets under his incredulous gaze, growing more anxious by the minute. Oh God, Dustin was wrong. Dustin was wrong about everything. Steve probably doesn’t even actually like boys, Jesus. The whole thing is obviously a bust. Eddie needs to cut and run, maybe make some bullshit excuse about his uncle needing him home even though Steve knows Wayne’s working right now—

“You needed Henderson to tell you that?”

[zeezelweazel]

A fluffy Leah fic for her comeback???? Maybe r being the one to give her the armband when she gets subbed on or like Leah being shy when asking r to be there during her comeback game??

Leah Williamson| Welcome Home|

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LEAH GOT AN ASSIST ON HER FIRST GAME BACK

(I also hit 1k followers 🥹 thank you so much guys)

I wrote this just to get my mind off jilly so it's short, sorry but I'm so sad rn

Finally some fluff to cleanse all the smut

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You remember the day Leah tore her ACL vividly. You were on the bench, having been subbed off just a few moments before. Nothing compares to the feeling of absolute dread that filled your entire body the moment you saw her go down. When the stretcher brought her on the sidelines Leah looked at you her eyes wide and scared and you knew.

Her recovery was long and hard but you were there. For every small step forward and every step back, for every time she was angry or frustrated or sad you were there. To hold her and brush your fingers through blonde strands of hair and whispers sweet nothings in her ear and kiss her forehead. You loved her when she didn't love herself and you kept loving her as she got stronger and stronger. You watched as she picked up different hobbies and did amazing things she never thought she'd do.

And now you watch as she gets up from the bench to warm up and your heart soars. You grin wide as you try to keep your head in the game but your body is buzzing with excitement at what's to come.

Soon enough you hear the crowd soar and you look at the bench to see Leah, smiling free and happy, ready to take your spot on the field. You didn't care about being subbed off, having done your part, so you run towards her. You carefully slipped off the captain's armband and approached her.

The loud stadium was tooned out as your whole world turned into blonde hair and blue eyes. As you reach the white line you take Leah's hand, holding it longer than necessary, and you slip the arm band on. Leah pulls you in for a quick hug and you don't waste the opportunity to place a chaste kiss on her head.

For the rest of the match your eyes are firmly locked on Leah. You watch closely as she sprints around and goes for tackles, because of course she does, and you watch as she puts in the perfect ball for beth to score. She was perfect in every way even after being gone for so long. Only your Leah would be able to do that.

You jump up from the bench to celebrate, probably too excited for a goal in a match that's already been won, and you wish you could run on the field and scoop her up in your arms.

And that's what you did. The moment the final whistle blew you made a beeline for Leah who was already looking for you. When your eyes met you recognised all those different emotions swirling in her blue irises.

You pull her in for a tight hug, Leah giggling happily as you spin her around.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did amazing."

Leah smiled at you blushing and placed her head on the safety of your shoulder. She stayed there in your arms until the team had to huddle in a circle while Jonas gave his post match celebratory speech. You squeezed Leah's shoulder from your place next to her when he talked about her injury, her recovery and the fight she had to put up to get here. Leah blinked rapidly, her head moving from the sky yo the ground as she desperately tried to fight off her tears.

You moved your hand to rub her back and Leah gave you a grateful smile even though the tears didn't leave her beautiful eyes.

"You did it baby, I couldn't be more proud."

She turned and placed a kiss on your lips, not caring about the rest of the team. You enjoyed the warm feeling of her lips on yours and the soft hands on your hips. You chuckled at the cheers and whistles of your teammates and leaned your forehead on Leah's.

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[marvelfanfics1]

Hey babes! Can you guys possibly do a daddy stucky little reader where their little gets her period for the first time. They are super cuddly and overbearing, but she loves it ❤️

Period Cuddles

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, period, mentions of blood, many kisses, fluff, this is not really proofread 😬

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Whining you turned to your other side, the light that was shining through the curtains blinding you a little.

You rubbed your tired eyes and pout, you felt miserable. Sitting up you pulled the bed covers off your body, gasping when you saw a bloodstain on the white sheets.

Tears were already building up in your eyes and you let out a whimper.

When Steve heard you through the baby monitor he stopped what he was doing and went to your room.

He frowned when he found you sniffling on your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest and a stuffie clutched close.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed. When he got closer he saw the reason you were crying, instantly starting to comfort you. "It's okay, little doll. Don't be scared, daddy is here."

"Let's get you in a nice bath, yeah?" you only nod holding your arms up for him.

Steve gently picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, on the way there he crossed paths with Bucky, who was worried because of your tear-strained face.

The blonde whispered something to him that you didn't really understand and Bucky pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

In the bathroom the water was already filling the tub while Steve helped you out of your jammies, throwing them in the laundry basket. He picked you up again and lowered you into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing.

"There we go. Does that feel nice?" he chuckled when you closed your eyes.

While Steve gave you your bath, Bucky was changing your bedsheets and preparing his and Steve's bed for you to sleep in the next days, both knowing you wouldn't want to leave their side.

The Super Soldiers know it's your first time having your period and want it to be as comfortable as possible for you, they both had to ask Natasha for advice.

You giggled a little when Steve slightly blew air into your face with the hair dryer.

"Silly daddy!"

"Oh, I'm silly you say?" he smiled and kissed your cheek, reaching out to grab a pull-up. "You should wear those for the next few days, ok doll? You don't have to use them! They are just for the blood."

You nod and let him slip on the pull-up, your jammies followed next. Steve picked you up and got to the master bedroom where you saw Bucky moving around.

Your head perked up at what Bucky prepared for you. "I can sleep here?"

"Yes, Doll. You can sleep here with us the next few days." your dada announced happily and took you from Steve's arms, blowing raspberries to your cheek and placing you in the middle of their bed.

You quickly got comfortable and your eyes went wide at all the snacks that were stacked on the nightstand, making a grabby hand for your sippy that Steve gladly handed to you.

Bucky handed you a pill before you could drink. "Here, Doll, it's for the pain." he winked.

"Fank you." you quickly swallowed the painkiller and laid down.

A few moments later you saw both of your daddies coming out of the attached bathroom, both dressed in their famous snuggle outfits. You were squealing on the inside with glee, you get to cuddle with them the whole day! Not only today though.

The super soldiers got quickly on each side of you, squishing you in between them.

"Everything is okay, daddies are here doll," Bucky whispered and kissed your head.

"How are you feeling? Or do you need anything else?" Steve asked worried that you might not be comfortable.

Bucky chuckled that his boyfriend went into mama bear mode. Steve is protective in general but when he's in that mode he won't even leave your side, constantly making sure you're alright.

"M good, thank you daddy" you smiled and sat up a little. "Can we watch 'toons? And eat some snacks?" you hesitantly asked the last part.

"Sure doll" Bucky smirked and handed you your favorite candy first.

Next, he reached out for his phone to answer Natasha's messages, telling her that everything worked and thanking her for the bits of advice. He put his phone away, Bluey was already playing on the TV and they could hear you humming to the intro.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other with proud smiles and leaned in to kiss each other softly.

"Bluey!" you giggled and they both got comfortable, all wrapped around you.

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[wet-and-wedgied]

Rhys’ Diarrhea Disaster

(This is a fictional desperation story)

Rhys was a performer at the local Renaissance Fair and this year they gone all out, managing to book it on a vast estate of some wealthy history buff who’d recreated a medieval castle, complete with a most and a garden maze. Rhys, a good-looking young man in his twenties with green eyes and blond hair had been tasked with acting as a noble seneschal, greeting guests and introducing other performers. It was easy enough and fun, and he got to wear a cool recreation of a 16th century outfit, old fashion shoes complete with white tights, short black and gold pantaloons and a tight fitting matching doublet with puffy sleeves and a feathered cape. The clothing was tight and hard to get in, and even harder to get out of, but not particularly uncomfortable.

Rhys, thus toon his break in his get-up, slipping into the back of one of the vendors and grabbed for himself a turkey leg. He joined a few other guys in chowing down, before it was time for him to back work.

“Greetings lords and ladies,” said Rhys with bravado as the latest wave of guests arrived. It was the afternoon and the sun was beating down on him, but it was one of the popular times. “Prepare thyself for feats most great and glorious, as ye King’s tournament draw near,” Rhys said, much to the delight of a family as he point to a mom where to find the jousting field. He was directing another guest to the exhibit on dungeon equipment when suddenly Rhys felt a low grumble in his stomach. He wrinkled his nose, confused. He had just eaten, he couldn’t be hungry. In fact he felt really full. Then he stiffened as a cramp struck him.

Rhys let out a low moan as he held his stomach, bending over. BBBRRBBPT! A short hot fart blasted out of Rhys. A guy walking by dressed like a jester laughed at him. Rhys’ face went red. His stomach growled again. He didn’t need to eat, he needed—PPPBRTRRT!—Uh— to expel something. A lot of something. Rhys groaned as his guts twisted and churned beneath the tight fabric of the doublet. God, he needed to take a dump, right this minute!

BBBRRRT! Rhys cradled his stomach, doubling over as another hot fart escaped him. This was loud, booming a it came out. People started to notice the costumed nobleman wasn’t looking quite so noble. But Rhys had just finished his break and he knew his boss would blow a gasket if he took another. BBBRRTNBBBPPPRTT! Oh that was a big one. He should think about anything having to blow! PPrRRT! Not to mention he was suppose to be staying in character

“Greetings lords and—“ Rhys grabbed his stomach again as another cramp struck him like a hammer. It felt like a battering ram of shot had just slammed into his asshole and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it back. His knees felt wobbly as he bent at the middle, more farts attacks hitting him, each growing louder and louder.

“eEEEW!” Yelled a boy covering his nose and pointing at Rhys. “He’s stinky!”

Bbpprt

PPRTT

BppPPPRT!

Rhys shifted uncomfortably. His stomach roiled he felt bloated and gassy against the tight fit of his doublet, and refusing to budge it press’s into his bubbling guys forcing out a series of farts.

“Oh man,” Rhys muttered, “that turkey leg really isn’t agreeing with me.” He pressed his legs together, but it was no use. He was going to shit, and it was up to him on if that was in a toilet or his pants. “Screw it!” He gasped, and made a mad dash into the fair, bee-lining for the outhouses— Port-A-Potties decorated to look medieval— but was greeted a long line of other desperate fair goers. A line of other men who had eaten the turkey legs were clamoring for a spot, the sound of wet explosions disgustingly loud and clear to Rhys.

GRRearawwallRRL

Rhys whimpered as he held his stomach, shifting again and again in the line. Next to him another man let out a short gasp of relief and began pissing himself right then and there. The sight of the ever growing wet stain on the man’s shorts seem to have a reactionary effect on Rhys’ bladder which suddenly felt twice full.

BBBRRPPPBBBTTSHSWT!

Rhys grabbed his ass through the short pantaloons as another fart burst out of him, turning alarming wet at the end. He clenched his cheeks. “Oh God, there is no way I’m gonna make it!” Rhys groaned as he looked at the outhouses. He need somewhere else to go. He turned, desperately scanning for anything. His eyes focused on the maze. It looked most empty.

Rhys, one hand planted on his round ass and the other pressed between his legs and gripping his crotch ran across the commons and into the maze, stumbling through the many twist and turns, farting with each step. He finally came to a stop in a secluded corner as another cramp hit him and he doubled over.

“fuck it!” Rhys gasped as he resolved to pop a squat in the maze. He looked down at the pantaloons and began to work on the laces that went up the front against the bulge of his pulsing crotch. He moved as fast as he could, but there were so many, and the laces were done so tight. Panic started to set in as he tried to move faster. But the laces wouldn’t budge and the battering ram of hot loose shit was ready to breathe through.

“No! No, no, no, come on!” Rhys begged as he tried in vain to tug down the pantaloons of the white tights as his stomach chained like an angry volcano. “Please— please don’t make me shit myself!” He shook and squirmed, but it was no use as the battering ram of shit slammed against his hole and broke through.

“Aahhh… can’t hold it! AaaaAAHH!” Rhys moaned as a a thick wet turd the size of a soft ball burst through his hole and into his white tights. He gasped as the tights were instantly stained a muddy brown, the stench so thick it made him gag. And it was only the begging. He left out another moan as, the gates broken through, a tidal wave of soft diarrhea poured out of him in an uncontrollable burst into his pantaloons. It quickly filled them, Rhys left doubled over as he lost complete control of his bowls, soiling his costume. As he continued shitting himself , Rhys’ bladder too gave in. His eyes fluttered as he began peeing his pants, flooding the front as a golden waterfall fell over his fingers, frozen where they were still on his laces, streaming down his thigh and legs, mixing with the mudslide going down the back of his tights.

BLABBBBDGFFFBBBFFFFRT!

PLLOPPOPPOKLRRRBBBRRT!

SSPOOSSSLAAT!

Rhys whimpered as his pantaloons were filled, till his ass was swimming in the tidal wave of diarrhea, which came out in explosive blasts that Rhys helpless. The smell was toxic, the raw sewage his body was producing horribly rip as it started to mush up his back and onto his doublet as his guts bubbled and forced out more rancid fart into the growing mess. Rhys fell to his hands and knees, landing the massive puddle of his own shit and piss.

He breathed heavily as the diarrhea pouring out of him slowed. His entire outfit was ruined. His tights soaked, his shoes flooded with still hit urine sewage. He let out a small sob at his embarrassment, though despite it all a part of him was happy to have the release, though his gut still felt funny.

Rhys was finally able to strip out of his soiled clothes, wiping himself off as best he could. He was left entirely in the nude expect for his hat, which he held over his privates as he made his way through the maze. He figured everyone would be watching for the joust, so he could make a quick dash to the employee’s tent and grab his civilian cloths and book it. And he might have made it too.

But just as Rhys was reaching the maze entrance, not a soul in sight, he was hit with a second wave of explosive diarrhea. He let out a sharp, embarrassed gasp as he felt his bowels loose and he froze. Instinctively he grabbed the hat he’d been using to cover himself and placed it beneath him as he squatted. “Oh god, not an Again — UUaghhhAaaAAHH!”

BBBBRRRSSPLLAAATTT!

Rhys moaned loudly, his cheeks red as his ass erupted like a poop volcano beneath him into his hat. He gasped and groaned as wave after wave of explosive diarrhea blasted out of him hot as lava and disgustingly thick, filling the poor unfortunately hat till it was overflowing.

It was in the middle of this, Rhys shitting uncontrollably, emptying his bowels into his own hat when the joust ended and everyone came flooding back into the the commons. Suddenly all eyes were set squarely on Rhys and his diarrhea disaster.

[olexxx]

begging and sobbing how would a person that has never rendered digitally shade bjs/toons jacket and pants without it being extremely jarring since its black and white crying and suffering please help

my style is very lazy simple, so theres not much of "rednering", but im happy to help any way i can our subject for today is toonjuice because he's my special little guy

first i’d suggest to avoid using pure black and white, as well as drawing on a white canvas, take care of your eyes please

when you're done with base colors, add stripes on another layer, its easier to change and edit them that way. try using dark colors too, play with hues, opasity and layer modes, see how it feels nothing about this man is straight and his stripes are no exception, add some character to em by including textures, fade, dirt, stitches, what have you!! he's been around awhile and i love how the musical specifically makes his clothes and his hair reflect that. just go crazy. go stupid

the shading often relies on environment the character is in, but if you're like me, and only draw your characters in a void, then just go with your heart i also want to put a HUGE emphasis on having fun with it, because i personally choose everything depending on what im feeling at the moment, poses, colors, textures, shading. pushing yourself to learn new things is good, but also make drawing enjoyable for yourself and if you're not feeling your current drawing? thank it for the experience, put it aside, and make something else

[maraariana01]

return of DAN THE CARTOON MAN !! YAYYY YAYY YIPPEEEEEEEE (<- he is the only one cheering)

so uh !!! hi remember this guy !!? yeag im just updating his "ref" for art fight, despite the fact that im most definitely not gonna be very active this year.

i also updated his info there and, since i never really talked about his "lore" here, im gonna do that now!! here's all the info i currently have on Dan !!! (copy pasted from af but shut up who cares its like 1 am)

• Full name: Dan ???

• Nickname(s): Danny

• Gender: trans man (he/him)

• Sexuality: pansexual

• Age: 21

• Height: 6'5" (1.95 m)

• Species: human toon/cartoon character

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Dan is a tall man with blonde, short hair, blue eyes and fangs (although he is not a vampire. Or is he...? Nah I'm joking it's just a stylistic choice). He wears a white (with a hint of blue) t-shirt with text saying "HELLO!" on it by default but, being a toon, the text on the shirt can change depending on the situation. There is a magenta and yellow bowtie attached to his t-shirt. He also wears brown pants and magenta sneakers with yellow accents.

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Being a cartoon character that basically came to life, logic doesn't usually apply to him. He can break an arm or a leg and he'll be just fine the next day. He can pull a comically large hammer out of his pocket. That sort of thing. However, he doesn't have "rubber hose" physics, for example, because he's a modern toon. So the cartoon logic that applies to him is generally that of more modern cartoons, or at the very least cartoons from the 2000s and forward.

Everything that happens to him and what he feels is usually exaggerated due to him being a toon.

He's weird, goofy and extremely energetic. He describes himself as "just a funnie little guy", but he does have a bit of an ego and can be a little cocky and arrogant sometimes. He means no harm, though. He just really embraces the cartoon part of his personality. Despite his attitude, he is also extremely squeamish.

Do not ask him about his mortality. He is unsure if being a cartoon makes him immune to death and he does not want to find out. He's totally not freaking out about it. (He is, he is absolutely terrified of the idea.)

Unrelated but he knows how to play the saxophone pretty well.

Also him and Springle are roommates and he loooves to be a little menace (affectionate).

[blossom-blur]

Here are two toon police officers of Ruby Town Police Department. Enjoy! ^^ 🥄🎃☕

Name: Paul Gender: Male Age: 25 Species: Silver Spoon / Toon Height: 5'10 Eyes: Black Skin: Grey Home: Inkwell Isles / Ruby Town Occupation: Police Officer of Ruby Town's Police Department Personality: Kind-hearted, Very Understanding, Generous, A Good Listener, Brave, Protective, and Caring Likes: His job, Saving and helping innocent people, Dislikes: Evil, His past, and Powers/Abilities: Hand-to-hand Combat / Gunmanship Skills / Speed / Strength / Baking Skills Facts:

He used to be in a wealthy family, but...not anymore. Since they don't seem to love him and he ran away and live at Ruby Town and become a police officer.

He bakes a lot at home. So to give some of his sweets to the kids in the town's orphanage. He's a really generous guy that he can give some his bake goods to the poor and other.

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Name: Jane Latte Gender: Female Age: 23 Species: Cup of Pumpkin Spice Latte / Toon Height: 3'9 Hair: White-Light Brown (Whipped Cream Hair) Eyes: Black Skin: Very Light Grey Home: Inkwell Isles / Ruby Town Occupation: Police Officer of Ruby Town's Police Department Personality: Friendly, Polite, A bit Brave, and Caring Likes: Her job, Protecting Ruby Town, Helping others in need, Autumn, Pumpkin spice desserts, and her partner Paul Dislikes: One of the citizens in danger or get hurt, Failing, Crimes, Abuse, and Evil Powers/Abilities: Hand-to-hand Combat / Gunmanship Skills / Speed / Strength Facts:

She loves autumn.

She loves pumpkin spice desserts and lattes 🎃

[marinerainbow]

Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta

Nobody asked, I just felt like posting this.

WFRR Characters as humans

Please note, I am not great at physical descriptions. This would be so much easier if I could draw xD I'm trying to be as descriptive as I can without dragging on too long. I hope I'm successful.

Roger Rogers (Roger Rabbit)

Yes, he has and will joke about his last name. He stands at about 5'1, and was born 1921 (26 years old in the events of the film), and is a lanky man with the flexibility of a wacky inflatable tube man. Roger still sticks to more loose, casual clothes similar to his toon counterpart. His nose is round and a little red, looking almost like a button ^^ though he is white (not overly pale. Might even have a slight tan. I'm not too sure). And yes, he still has his buck tooth, along with a head of fluffy orange hair. And I'm giving him freckles.

Jessica Rogers (Jessica Rabbit)

Honestly, Jessica looks pretty much the same as her toon self. With more realistic proportions, of course. She is 6'1 and was born in 1917 (30 years old). And above all, she still adores her short king, and feels loved by him everyday ^^

(I feel bad for not giving Jessica so much of a description, but she's the only adult humanoid looking toon, and I can't imagine her looking any other way as a human)

Herman 'Babyface' Douglas (Baby Herman)

A short, pudgy man. His exact height is 4'11, and was born 1897 (50 years old). Though he'll claim he's younger than he is. His skin care routine does help him look younger though, hence his nickname (don't expect him to tell you his secrets though), and how he can get roles usually reserved for younger actors. His hair is a bright strawberry blonde, but thinning, so he tries to style it in ways that make it look fuller. His eyes are still a bright blue. Herman prefers dressing in more expensive suits and coats (bro literally had a thick fur coat in one short), to show off his wealth and trying to make himself look better than everyone else.

Benjamin 'Benny' Brown (Benny the Cab)

(His initials are BBB like the now bankrupt store-)

I actually imagine Benny as an African American. He is 5'10 and was born in 1891 (56 years old. He said he was a cab for 37 years in the film, so that would mean he would've started, at most, when he was 19 in the human AU). He has short, kind of choppy black hair and dark brown eyes. He also has a scruffy goatee. Benny possesses a more muscular build, though it's mostly hidden by his jacket, so he just looks like a generally big guy (yes, he does perform his own maintenance on his car).

Anderson 'Andy' Winston (Smartass Weasel)

(If this guy was in the modern era, he'd get so sick of all the Toy Story jokes)

Standing at exactly 5'0, this New Yorker was born in 1912 (35 in the events of the film). He has a skinny frame, though broad shoulders, and is fairly strong for his size (he literally punched Eddie so hard he twisted around and doubled over the bar counter. Smarty has to have some strength, right??). He has olive skin, chestnut brown eyes, and actually has a bit of red in his hair. It's not too noticeable unless you're really looking, so he's not a red head like Jessica is. Also has a tooth gap! He cant grow facial hair though, even though he wants to (he wants a nice mustache. But can't grow one)

Miguel Rodriguez (Greasy Weasel)

His height is 5'9, and he was born 1909 (38 years old). He's got skinny arms and hands, which only makes his wandering hands feel just a bit more creepy on your skin (look at his hand/arm when he rolls his sleeve up! Not to mention how his sleeves hang off of him. Somebody put meat on those arms), though he's got a more curvy body with a bit of a belly too. I also imagine he's got a darker skin tone, and can grow scruffy facial hair if he forgets to shave. And he applies hair oil partially because his black hair is actually really curly (the tips curl up despite the hair oil? That's got to be some serious curl strength there). His eyes are a really dark brown, almost black, but in the light you can see the color.

Francis Green (Wheezy Weasel)

Yes, his last name is meant to be ironic. His height is 6'2, and he was born right at 1900 (47 years old). Kind of skinny, but you can see the sinewy muscle as well, hinting to his own strength. He looks pretty sickly, and has blemishes all over his body (he was a picker before becoming a smoker). His eyes are a slate blue, and he has ash blonde hair. Unlike Greasy, he rarely shaves, so he's got a rough, scratchy beard too, and yellow teeth from his smoking habit. I also see him having a more crooked nose shape.

(Honestly just imagine Bill Moseley and you'd get what I imagine human Wheezy would look like).

Charlie Renfield (Psycho Weasel)

(his last name may or may not be a reference to a certain Dracula character)

Psycho here is 5'3, and was born 1919 (28 years old). He has a skinny, angular build. No curves to be seen. Similar to Wheezy, he's got a sickly pale skin tone, and has scars and blemishes along his body from being careless and actively picking and scratching at himself. His most prominent scars are two on the corners of his lips from the times he's carried his razor in his mouth (he actually did do that in the movie. He's so lucky he's a toon). He's got a big head of fluffy, dark brown hair. Not curly necessarily, just... Poof. Also, he has split heterochromia; his right eye is blue, and his left eye is yellow (I know partial heterochromia would be more accurate to his swirly eyes, but I like the complete split more).

Thomas 'Tommy' Winston (Stupid Weasel)

This big lug is 6'4, and was born 1922 (25 years old). He is pretty chubby and has a round face, though don't let the plushness deceive you; that isn't just fat that makes him huge. He's got pretty big hands, especially (even as a weasel, he had huge hands! You guys saw his hand when he flipped the switch to the DIP machine too, right?). He also has olive skin, though it's more tanned as well, and he has freckles ^^ also has a deeper red hair color than Andy does, and it is more wavy than his too. I'm debating on whether or not he'd have brown or green eyes (everyone else has brown, blue, or yellow eyes. Green would complete the set). His buck tooth is still here, though smaller because human teeth.

Bonus! Sophie O'Brian (Poppy O'Hare)

(Yes, my OC. Technically I already made a post for Poppy, but I didn't really like how I wrote it. So this is take two. Hopefully I feel better with this one 😅)

Pops is the shortest of all, standing at 4'10. And was born 1920 (27 years old). She has pale, porcelain skin- though has developed some worry lines along her eyes- and big, bright brown eyes. I'm still having trouble deciding whether or not she has glasses, even for her toon self. But for her human self, I'm gonna say she only needs glasses when reading; any other time, you won't see her with a pair. She has a thinner, but still feminine build that she prefers to keep hidden under her clothes. Her hair is wavy and black, and reaches just under her chin.

(Hm... Honestly, when thinking of actors for human Poppy to look like, I keep thinking of Anya Taylor Joy. I'm not too sure about it though).

I hope you guys liked reading this ^^

[pico-digital-studios]

If Benjamin were to use his ECHO ability on each member of the Funkin' Gang, what physical traits and/or abilities would he take on after copying them? Actually, on that note, how do you think he'd end up interacting with each of them?

Grace: Hey, guys! We got our first question.

Benjamin: Sweet! Now, let's see... @trocyte asks, "If Benjamin were to use his ECHO ability on each member of the Funkin' Gang, what physical traits and/or abilities would he take on after copying them? Actually, on that note, how do you think he'd end up interacting with each of them?"

Pico: Ah, yeah, that situation. I remember now.

Benjamin: Yeah. I joined the fight with them after the Funkin' Society's boss tried to apprehend me before. My trip through the Funkinverse helped me see about another counterpart of me that also has the ECHO ability, but let's see... If I was replicating Salty's powers, I imagine my hair would briefly change to white, and I guess I could turn invisible or shoot electricity?

Grace: I remember hearing that Brooke has this ability to phase into arcade cabinets and take on a different form when he did so. I'd say Benjamin could do that if he could ECHO that ability.

Benjamin: That said, I just hope I won't have to worry about Sinnoh coming for me if I go into the wrong cabinet...

ErrorSky: What about Toon BF?

Benjamin: Ah, yeah. ECHOing him would definitely give me cartoon properties for a little bit, which would help with avoiding fatal attacks.

Pico: And to be fair, I'm not sure if Aloe really can be ECHOed, what with her being a succubus and all.

Benjamin: Yeah. Of course, I wouldn't want to ECHO the Funkin' Gang without their explicit permission, considering several, including the guys and girls I allied with, have fairly similar power outlets. That said, of course, it'd be interesting to see how Boom does her hardware interfacing.

Grace: I imagine that's down to her being a robot, with that AUX cord she has.

Pico: On the topic of that, considering she used to be with the Funkin' Society before defecting, how did it go getting Softie, Neo and B3 into defecting Cam's ways?

Benjamin: The audience out there won't know for sure on their end with the "canon" continuity, considering Beyond the Spider-Verse is yet to release in cinemas, but from our end, B3 seemed to leave on his own volition after seeing how rage-induced Cam can get. Neo/Leo switched sides after his GF managed to convince him to stand down, and when Softie was reunited with his Pico, those -friends he had helped through therapy were inspired and followed suit.

ErrorSky: Man, he must've really helped out a lot of fellow -friends with their struggles, huh?

Benjamin: Yeah. And he genuinely happened to enjoy doing it, too! Well, save for one particular case he couldn't work his head around.

ErrorSky: If there's one thing we can agree on between Softies, it's that the Fairests absolutely STINK!

Grace: Too right! Even MY parents have done better for me than they've EVER done for him.

Benjamin: So, back to the question at hand, if MIX BF or B-Bot had allowed me to ECHO them, I'd imagine I'd gain their sharpshooting skills and, in B-Bot's case, the ability to utilise further Copy Abilities from Rock's lineup.

Grace: We'd better see if we can get the Gang's opinion on this concept later.

Benjamin: In general, of course, I'd say I've gotten on very well with the Funkin' Gang during our time together. Our general motive of defying destiny and doing the right thing for the multiverse is what bonded both our respective groups together, and I wasn't gonna let innocent lives be claimed by a failed theory.

Pico: Heh, looks like me accidentally causing your creation AND helping defy your fated death at Ultra M's hands rubbed off on you.

Benjamin: Heh, yeah. Thanks for your help back there, Pico.

M: Yeah. I got a happier ending thanks to you guys.

ErrorSky: Huh? Did your cap just talk, Benji?

Benjamin: Heh, yeah. M's pretty much become my Cappy after me and her put Xenophanes to rights the other day.

ErrorSky: Hehe, awesome!

Benjamin: What about you, Sky? How'd you get on with other Skys out there in the multiverse?

ErrorSky: Well, simply put, I respect them all, despite some of their issues. Well, except for Miko. She's an absolute internet jerk.

Pico: Well, there you have it, trocyte! Thanks for the debate!

Benjamin: Oh! And as quick clarity, the MIX Boyfriend I was with wasn't the same one as the one in the Funkin' Society. I was with an alternate counterpart of him.

[izunias-meme-hole]

Link Designs Ranked

Zelda 1/Adventure of Link

There is not much to talk about here. The design is the base for every Link in the series, and it actually the best out of the NES era triforce trio designs, mostly because the simplicity works surprisingly well here. 5/10

A Link To The Past/A Link Between Worlds/Oracle Games

This is an improvement over the NES design. Not much has changed, but the change in tunic and artstyle truly helped benefit Link this time around to create a truly iconic design. However it does suffer from being outclassed by some of the later designs for the character. 9/10

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask (Young)

Beautiful. It’s simple, it’s instantly recognizable, and it’s fitting for the younger incarnation of The Hero of Time. Instant 10/10

Ocarina of Time (Adult)

While not my favorite design for Link, this is still one of his best designs. It’s the classic tunic, but with a white undershirt and white tights. However the context makes this design work better than it should. 9/10

Fierce Diety

What you think of when you’re thinking about Hyrule’s Hero, but it’s a sick design regardless. 10/10

Hero’s Shade

He looks like a frickin’ Eldin Ring character, but I cannot ignore how fitting this design is. 8/10

Toon Link

This is my fifth favorite design for da boi, primarily because of the artstyle, the coloring, and the simplicity of his design. He’s the literal embodiment of “he’s just a little guy,” and it works in his favor, especially since Link is pretty much usually just a guy before he becomes a hero. Instant 10/10

Twilight Princess/Smash Bros

I like the extra detailing, and the more knight-like feel, but the darker colors don’t do it for me. Regardless it’s pretty cool. 9/10

Skyward Sword

The more detailed design from Twilight Princess got altered into this, and I’m all here for it. The brighter colors, combined with the expressiveness Link has in that game instantly sells me on it. Instant 10/10

Hyrule Warriors

The foundations that Twilight Princess and Skyward Sword set up have been brought to their final evolution. A more knight-like Link with a big ol’ blue scarf and a vibrant green tunic. Beautiful. Instant 10/10

Ancient Hero

I’m intrigued, but… this unfortunately is an 8/10

Breath of The Wild/Age of Calamity

Link looks so great in blue. As for the attire itself, it’s yet another simple yet effective look. Instant 10/10

Tears of The Kingdom (Champion Tunic)

Not much has changed, but the design does have a similar knight-like aura to what we see in TP, SS, and HW, Rauru’s arm definitely looks cool. Still, this isn’t the best Link design in the game. Instant 10/10

Tears of The Kingdom (Archaic Tunic)

Between the return of the green, the rugged feel of the tunic, the little triforce shapes on the side, and the unkempt hair, Link looks perfect. The design is drastically different to anything we’ve seen, but in a good way, and I’m all down for it. Instant 10/10

[thebrownssociety]

So I've been thinking about what else the dwarfs wear apart from there on-screen outfits. No, I've no idea why either, but here we are.

So...for nightwear they wear Ebeneezer-Scrooge style nightshirts in a corresponding colour for them.

Doc - Red

Grumpy - Brown

Sleepy - Blue

Sneezy - White

Bashful - Black

Happy - Yellow

Dopey - Green

At first they stuck to their on-screen outfits, but eventually they've kinda caught up with the modern world. Kinda.

Sleepy: Jeans with boots/trainers, usually with a tee-shirt. He doesn't seem to feel the cold/heat as much as the others so he'll wear 'warm' outfits even when it's hot. Ironic as he's both the oldest and one of the thinnest. The tee-shirt is usually a soft fabric, it's more comfortable if he falls asleep. Not technically clothing, but he usually carries round a pillow in his hammerspace so he's always got something to rest his head on.

Happy - Jumper, normally with a tee-shirt underneath it so he can take it off if he gets to hot [useful for working in the mines].Usually he wears bright colours, but not crazy patterns. He usually wears jeans and trainers.

Grumpy - Shirt, pants/jeans and trainers. It used to be boots until trainers became more commonplace. He usually wears a jacket as well. Subdued colours. The guy likes blending into the background. Helps him observe things better.

Sneezy - Whatever he wants. Out of all of them he's the one more likely to wear something appropriate to the weather and usually prompts his brothers to do the same. [Like, Doc where are you going in that shirt? There's snow on the ground!] Like Grumpy it's subdued colours an d trainers, but he does have a collection of brightly-coloured/patterned washable handkerchiefs.

Bashful - Like Sneezy he'll wear weather-appropriate clothes and subdued clothes, but his clothes tend to be patterned. Bashful does like a pattern, hearts and stars are favoured. As he's got older and more confident he cares less about what others think and he's discovered he likes wearing trainers with bright patterns on them as well. Like Sneezy with his handkerchiefs he has quite the collection and gets complimented on them whenever he goes out. He's quite artistic, so can put together a nice-looking outfits. [He sometimes does this for his brothers to, otherwise some of them - Doc, I'm looking at you - will go out looking like they got dressed in the dark.]

He's also not shy to wear pink, often pointing out it used to be a 'male' colour, before becoming 'female.' Bashful will also brain his beard as well [as do Sleepy and Sneezy], it helps keep it out of soup and stuff and just looks nice. While Sleepy and Sneezy just braid theirs simply, Bashful does complicated patterns and rock them. He'll even do the princess's hair if they'll let him. [He was thrilled when Disney finally created Rapunzel.]

Doc - Shirt, pants/trousers [not jeans usually] and boots. Pretty similar to what he wore in the movie and he prides himself in looking 'smart' when not down the mines. He tends to stick to simple colours and tends to wear various shades of blue pants/jeans with the same boots as the film. The shirt it doesn't really matter what colour it is [He'll even go for pink and/or purple] it's all about the fabric. Soft fabric such as cotton yes, Scratchy fabric like sequinned things, no. He wears his belt as well and has the same glasses as the film. Yes, he needs them and no it's not funny to take them off him and see if he can find them behind a rock in the mine. [Dopey did this once and Doc was so furious he didn't speak to the younger dwarf for a week. Dopey hasn't done that since.]

As mentioned he likes to wear the same thing, and won't always adapt it to the weather. Bashful usually 'suggests' outfit choices to him, but even he can't always change Doc's mind. This was worse in their younger days, but now after a few fainting episodes or getting sick after being in the rain in a tee-shirt, Doc listens. [Yes, Toons can get 'sick' they just decide they're being sick and change their looks appropriately. Green face and stuff for sickness. Shivering violently and icicles hanging from there noses for a cold.]

Dopey - Like Sneezy he'll wear pretty much whatever. Unlike Sneezy this extends to dresses and skirts because Dopey likes the look/feel of them. [At first his brothers tried to talk him out of this - it was the 30's/40's after all] but now they don't bat an eyelid.] He does wear pants/jeans and shirts and stuff, it just depends on how he's feeling. Despite being mute he has no issue deciding what he wants and when he was younger he'd kick of badly if not allowed to wear what he wanted. Think temper-tantrum, locked doors, that kind of thing.

As clothes didn't really matter in the Toon world as much as in the human world, his brothers soon gave up the fight. It helped that Doc understood his brother at least a bit, having his own issues with the feel of certain fabrics. [Not exactly the same thing, but it helped Doc rationalise, so - eh.] Dopey tends to copy clothing, so he'll see something on TV and decide he wants to wear the same thing. As well an Snow White's dress, he's worn copies of Belle's yellow dress, Elsa's dress, Raya's outfit, Mulan's kimono and Cinderella's dress. He sometimes copies the male characters as well. Prince Ferdinand, Prince Henry [Cinderella's prince], Prince Phillip as well as Aladdin [both street clothes and prince clothes], Kristoff and Prince Eric. Most of the princes and princess's don't mind, it's long been accepted this is just Something Dopey Does.

[painsandconfusion]

Star of the Show

For @the-whumpers-soiree A collaboration with @whumpingisfun

(tw: kidnapping, drugging, snuff film (implied), manhandling, whumpy art at the end)

Black glass, smooth elevators, and polite conversation. Not exactly the normal ambiance for a club. 

A toon looks at the entrance, visibly nervous, pale skin paper white with long rainbow hair tied up into a vibrant bun. In contrast to his skin, he is wearing a greyscale ensemble, a dark charcoal crop top exposing white skin with draping billowing black sleeves tied to his arms by ribbon, light grey leggings hugging his hips. He looks down at the invitation in his hands. Sammy Jax is cordially invited to… writes in curling facing lettering. This was the place. 

He takes a steadying breath and slips the invite into his hammerspace, sliding it up into his sleeve and simply letting go. His gold eyes scan the entrance, for just a brief moment, as if trying to assure himself that everything will be fine. His shading shifts from light lilac to orange as he takes up all his courage and shoves it to the forefront.

As Sammy enters the main room, he’s greeted by a politely smiling woman behind a table draped in black cloth. “Do you have an invitation?”

“O-Oh! Um, yeah, just one second—“ Sammy squeaks, digging out from his long black sleeve the requested document. Hammerspaces. Neat things. “Here?”

His shading is light lilac, more out of pre-party nerves than any true fear as he hands the woman the invite.

She takes it with a soft smile, setting it to the side. She plucks a glowstick from the box on the table.

“Alright, you’re good to go - make sure to keep this on, it lets the bouncers know you’ve talked to me.” She cracks a glowstick and it lights up blue. With a soft shake, she hands it to him.

Sammy blinks, shading going sky blue in surprise. “Oh! Oh blue is pretty…” he admires, smiling sweetly at her as he takes the blue glow stick. “Thank you!”

She nods a smile and turns to the next person, wordlessly shooing him away.

Sammy scurries away, head swiveling for where he’s supposed to go next. 

There’s a hundred or so people mingling around. The music is loud, but not too loud for idle conversation. Blue and gold lights streak across the room. A bartender he walks by smiles at him “Can I get you anything?”

He goes pink. “U-um, do you sell apple juice?” He asks shyly.

He laughs softly, turning around and slipping a bottle from the cooler. He swirls it, making a miniature tornado of liquid as it pours into a small metal pitcher. “I’ll do you one better - you seem like a cider kinda guy. Warm and spiced and snuggly - right?” He slips the pitcher under a steamer, and it whirrs to life.

“I um, is cider alcoholic?” He asks, shading going light purple again.

The man shrugs, finishing the steaming and pouring it into a glass mug. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no. This just has a smidge for flavor - won’t get you drunk or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” He slides it across the bar top with a soft yet proud smile. Steam rolls off of the top of it. Warm. It smells heavenly.

Sammy swallows. His stomach roils a little at the thought of the minute alcohol inside but… he takes the mug with a smile. “Thank you.”

He takes a tentative sip. 

There’s definitely alcohol in there.

His nose reflexively scrunches, shivering. “…can I have some water too?” He weakly asks, shading neon green. 

But the waiter is already gone.

A man sitting at the bar glances between Sammy and the bartender who’s slipped away. “..want a sip of mine? Is that weird? I don’t want to be weird-” He slides it closer. “But. Um. I promise I’m not sick or anything?”

Sammy smiles weakly at the other man. “As long as it’s not alcoholic? I don’t… do good with alcohol.”

He smiles softly, pressing it closer. “It’s just water in this glass.”

Sammy relaxes in relief. “Oh thank gods.” He reaches for the glass, taking a tentative sip. 

It’s just water.

He pulls out the bar stool next to him, patting it was a soft smile. “My name’s Peter, by the way, what’s yours?”

Sammy sits gratefully, sliding the cider away from himself with a small shudder. “Sammy. It’s nice to meet you Peter.” He says, genuine and sweet. 

Peter smiles back. His eyes roam down Sammy’s body the moment he glances away to get himself seated - right back up at the toon’s eyes once he’s looking again.

“Did you not come here with anyone?”

Sammy shakes his head. “No, I’m by myself tonight.” He says simply. 

Peter frowns. “Yeah, me too. Friends all bailed - they were supposed to be here, but…” he glances around a little sorrow tinging his eyes.

Sammy makes a soft sad noise. “Aw I’m sorry to hear that. Bad friends suck. I’m just visiting town and got an invite. But we can be friends!” He chirrups, smiling sweetly at Peter. “So now we’re both not alone!”

Peter smiles warmly back. “You put such a good spin on that.” He raises his glass of rum toward Sammy’s (at least Sammy’s now) glass of water. “I’ll drink to that.”

Sammy beams, shading bright sunshine yellow as he clinks his glass with Peter’s.

Peter takes a sip, smile warming over Sammy. His eyes linger on the man’s hair.

Rainbow.

Not something you see every day. 

He nods to it. “I love your hair - very eye-catching. Have you ever considered modeling?”

Sammy’s shading goes pink and then goes purple. “I um no? N-not particularly. Thank you for the compliment though.” He shifts in his seat, finger rotating around the top edge of the glass. “…I don’t really want to have my face plastered all over magazines.”

 Peter smiles softly. “Shame - I’m sure there’s plenty of people who’d love to see it. But I guess, I’ll just count myself lucky that I get to.” Small grin. Adorably proud he said a smooth line. 

Sammy goes bright pink again with a squeak, blushing. He giggles, sipping at his water. “M-mhm… you do.” He says shyly.

Peter fiddles with his glowstick absentmindedly as a flush presses to his cheeks, too. Both blush and bracelet vibrant red contrasting icy blue eyes.

He glances around, but snags the bartender as he walks by. “Hey! Hi- can we get just…like…a normal apple juice? Pretty please?” Something in his tone shift slightly as ‘pretty please’, but isn’t negligible.

The bartender’s eyes flick between the two of them - down to glowsticks - back up to Peter. “Yeah, of course - one second-” He disappears to go fetch a bottle.

Sammy slumps up against Peter, hugging him. “Thank you thank you thank you I really didn’t wanna drink alcohol tonight it tastes like ink and grossness—“ he babbles, pressing his face into Peter’s shoulder. Completely unaware of the byplay. The context. The danger. 

Sweet and innocent. 

Peter freezes a moment, not having expected that, but sputters a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around Sammy, too. “You’re very welcome, Sammy.”

Sammy hums happily, nuzzling in close and resting his head against Peter’s shoulder. “Mmm… you’re warm. S’ cold outside.”

Peter smirks, rubbing a hand up and down Sammy’s shoulder. “It is, yeah-” he cuts off as the bartender returns, setting a glass of apple juice down in front of Sammy.

“Here you go.”

Peter thanks him and presses it a little closer.

Sammy eyes it suspiciously. “…it’s not alcohol again right?”

Buuuuut the bartender’s already gone again. 

Peter picks it up, smelling it. He gives it a small taste. “Nope - just apple juice.”

He hands it to Sammy.

Sammy relaxes. “Thank you.” He sweetly says, and sips it with a happy noise.

Peter resumes sipping at his, eyeing Sammy’s drink a little. “So what are you doing in town?”

“Art study! M’ going to different cities around the country and painting pretty locations.” Sammy explains happily, before taking a long pull of his apple juice. 

Peter tilts his head. “By yourself??”

Sammy nods. “Mhm. Easier to just go if I’m by myself. I don’t have to wait on anyone else to be ready, I can just leave.”

He gives an appreciative hum. “That’s convenient.”

Sammy nods. “It’s nice being able to travel like this.” He says, completely missing any implications Peter might be thinking of. 

Peter smiles just as soft as always. His hand drifts up to Sammy’s cheek, thumb brushing down it. “If you’re on the go that much, then I’m counting myself doubly lucky to be able to see you tonight.”

Sammy’s breathing shudders in his chest, eyes widening as a blush further spreads across his cheeks. “Y-yeah… m-me too.” He squeaks out.

He hums, eyeing the blush. “You’re so soft…” he traces the edge of it with a finger. 

Sammy goes pinker. “T-thank you?” He squeaks out, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. 

He laughs softly. “Sorry - that…was weird. I’m just…I don’t know many toons. I didn’t expect you to be so…perfect..” He clears his throat, hand dropping - looking away. Flush spreading. “Wow I’m just- making this more awkward aren’t I? Ha-”

Sammy is blushing furiously now. “N-no, no I, um. I thought it was sweet. Thank you.” He clears his throat, lips spreading into a sweet smile. “Thank you Peter, you’re really sweet.”

Peter’s eyes flicker back up to Sammy. “...I’m glad.” He glances down over Sammy. “..are you doing okay? You look a little tired?” He glances around. “...lights too bright maybe? I know they’re kinda flashy..-”

Sammy blinks, confused but when he opens his mouth he sways, suddenly dizzy. “O-oh… I don’t… mmmsomethin’ wrong—“

Peter is on his feet in an instant, concern bleeding over his face. “Are you okay..??” He steadies Sammy with a hand on his waist and one on his elbow. “...should we go to one of the quieter rooms where you can actually sit down?”

“Mmmm’yeah…” Sammy mumbles, pressing his face into Peter’s neck with a soft whine. “Don’ feel good…”

“Okay,” he murmurs softly into Sammy’s hair, shifting around the bar and toward a hallway. He keeps a hand around Sammy’s waist, grabbing his apple juice with the other. 

Sammy’s legs don’t listen to what he wants them to do, becoming tangled nuisances and making Sammy sag against Peter drastically as he trips over his own feet and air itself. “Merg.” He complains eloquently. 

“Oh shi-” Peter chirps in surprise, but wraps another arm around Sammy. “I’m- I’m gonna carry you, okay?” He scoops the man up into a princess carry and continues on his way, nestling Sammy’s head against his shoulder. “You didn’t hit your head earlier or something, did you?”

Sammy blearily shakes his head negative. “Nnno? Don’ know why…” he whines plaintively, pressing into the hollow of Peter’s throat.

Peter presses a long kiss to the top of Sammy’s head, eyes still up as he moves through the smaller rooms and to a back door.

He presses an elevator button and steps inside. 

And then it’s quiet.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Out of the crowd now.”

Sammy hums, pressing his face up against the pulse point of Peter’s neck, eyelashes fluttering against skin. “…thank you…” he mumbles blearily. 

“No problem.”

It takes a few long moments for the elevator to slide all the way down the building, but the lights are beautiful from this angle. Glass elevator looking out of the nighttime tinkling of the city.

Sammy is so dizzy he can barely appreciate it, but gods… he’s an artist. He stretches out a hand toward the expanse of the city below, humming. “Pretttyyy…”

Peter hums in agreement. “It is…” He looks out over the lights. “It’s like…a black sky filled with stars…” He glances down at the toon in his arms. “..you said you didn’t want to model. What about acting? Don’t you want to be a star, too?”

Sammy shakes his head dizzily. “Nnnno? No, stars. Too far away. Wanna stay right here on ground. Safe. Mhm.”

Peter laughs softly. “I mean the star of a movie, silly. Did you know I make movies?”

Sammy blinks up at Peter, the words slowly penetrating the dizzy haze he’s fallen into. “…not safe.” He mumbles. “Movies safe for not-Sammy’s, no Sammy movie nope. Sinclair find.”

He raises a brow. “..Sinclair?”

Sammy shudders, shading dark purple, a whine in his throat as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad— “

His eyebrows pinch slightly. “....Simon Sinclair?”

Sammy goes rigid. Fear floods his dizzy mind. Peter… knows the man who hurt him for years.  “Let me go, l-let me go—“ he starts to weakly struggle, limbs uncoordinated and flailing wildly. 

“Shhhh..-” He tucks Sammy a little closer, reeling his arms back in. “You’re okay - you’re just fine. It’s just Peter and if I set you down you’re gonna fall.”

The elevator stops on the ground floor.

No. 

Lower than that.

Parking garage under the building. It’s dark.

Sammy struggles against Peter’s grip, breathing quick and dizzying. “Let me GO!” He wails, bursting into terrified tears. Peter rolls his eyes, carrying Sammy out of the elevator. 

Peter absentmindedly hands a slip of paper - his valet number - to a young man who greets them. A young man who doesn’t seem to notice or care about Sammy’s distress. 

He’s gone just as quickly.

Peter sighs. “Just calm down, will you?”

Sammy shakes his head rapidly hands beating weakly against Peter’s chest. “Let me go, let me go, bad! Bad!!!”

Peter groans, dropping Sammy’s legs and shoving him against the cement wall next to the elevator. He grips Sammy’s jaw, keeping him pressed back hard against the wall and keeping him upright by it. “Shut. Up.”

Sammy squirms, hands scrabbling at Peter’s hand with a fearful cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Better.” He glances over his shoulder to see how far the valet’s gotten. 

“Ssstop…” Sammy begs tearfully, breathing hitching in his chest. “S-sto-p, Pe-ter please—“

He sighs, glancing back to Sammy. He doesn’t look so soft anymore. He just looks exhausted. A little pissy.

“Can you chill out? I haven’t even hurt you yet.”

Sammy flinches, a whimper in his throat. Not one of Sinclair’s, his fuzzy mind registers. They would have already drawn ink. 

But Peter knows Simon Sinclair and that makes him dangerous. He grows quiet, tears trickling down his cheeks. 

“What… What do you want from me?” He whispers, tongue heavy. Limbs heavy. Fear rich on his skin in purple hues. 

He looks back again as his car starts to come back. “I just wanna make a movie with you, that’s all.” He pulls Sammy away from the wall again, ripping tight so he doesn’t fall. 

Sammy squirms, whimpering. “I-I don’t want to be in a movie! Let me go, please! I-I’m scared!”

“Good - then you’ll do great.” He tugs Sammy up to the slowing car and gives the driver a nod and a tip.

The trunk pops.

Sammy tries to jam his feet into the ground, but he just skids forward. “N-no! No, no, no, no—“

Peter doesn’t relent - just forces Sammy forward until he’s bent over the open trunk. “Chill.” He shoves Sammy in, knocking his legs out from under him and guiding his fall into the dark space. “It’s not like you have anywhere to be.”

Sammy goes down with a shrill scream, shaking his head, terror dark purple so close it’s almost black on his skin. “I-I’ll be good, I’ll be good, don’t take me to him please—!”

Peter signs, reaching into his jacket. He pulls out a syringe and preps it, flicking air bubbles to the top and pushing them out. “Don’t plan to.”

Sammy stares up at Peter, hiccuping. He closes his eyes. “…okay.”

“Good.” He jabs the needle down into Sammy’s thigh, shoving the serum in with no real care to keep it straight or avoid bruising. “Nuhnight.” He slams the trunk closed.

Sammy’s world goes black. 

.

When Sammy wakes, he’s in a basement. Cold. 

He’s bound down to a wooden chair - one that’s bolted to the ground. The back digs into his shoulder blades, hard and unyielding. 

Around him are grate-covered shelves and cabinets full of tools and weapons.

In front of him, a table with a laptop. And a camera.

The light is on. Red glaring.

Sammy’s shading is immediately purple, and he panics, squirming in his restraints. A high pitched whine leaving him breathless and heady.

“Welcome to the show,” Peter’s voice murmurs from behind him, hands curling onto his shoulders. “Are you ready?”

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Did someone say free Disney villain gushing ticket? :D

- What do you think is under Maleficient's cowl? Like, do you think she has hair under there like the live action movie? Do you think she's bald? Do you think it's not a cowl at all and just a part of her head/horns? (I personally like the idea that it is a part of her head because... It just sounds like Mal to not have so many human features, including hair.)

(On that note; tooootally pure thought. Imagine Mal having a snake/reptilian-like tongue. This is purely for science, I swear.)

- I keep forgetting how much I love Alameda Slim! And just Home on the Range in general. But Slim is especially a fun villain! He kinda gives me 'Cowboy Ratigan' vibes with how extra he is and his musical prowess XD how do you think either of them would feel about this comparison?

- I think if you use specific things to burn, fire will change color. I'm not quite sure if I'm correct, but can you imagine Hades turning into different shades depending on what's around him? Also, also, if I'm correct, blue fire is actually hotter than red fire, which means when Hades is actually a higher temperature when completely calm! And somehow cools down when he's raging XD

- Silver and Scroop... Just... The alien husband's XD they're always on my mind. Nothing even specific, just them- wait WAIT! Imagine being in a throuple with them! You get to have your warm, affectionate, absolute lovely captain, and also your mean, dangerous (they're both equally dangerous, but Scroop is more aggressive about it), not so PDA but will still fight for you lover. The best of both worlds <3

- OK, you knew it was coming... Another Toon Patrol imagine XD imagine that you get to know them because they kept kidnapping you (not like a dark scenario, if that makes sense? Literally just them wanting to hang out, but they- especially Smartass probably- have no clue how to approach you normally, and they're all their own flavors of extra since they're villain toons, so they just 'pick you up' when they just want to play monopoly with you or something). And at this point, you just get used to it... But also tired of it. You're just like "Smarty, I get it, you guys are socially awkward, but I've used your shower and have eaten your food; I think we're past the burlap sack part of our relationship." Idk, this wouldn't leave my head and it made me chuckle so here XD

- Imagine all the side kicks start a support group in the Disney Villain House. Iago has anointed himself as the head of the group, next to Sir Hiss. Pain and Panic and Lefou are the ones who need the most help. Fidget is finally making some friends. Kaa and the hyenas are here for the food. And occasionally the weasels make an appearance since they are supposed to be Doom's henchmen. That's all I can think of at the moment XD

- OK we need Wheezy fluff/comedy, so here; imagine trying to help him with his clothes? Like, my guy here is wearing that ratty vest and that nicotine stained dress shirt everyday. He pulls it off, but for his own sake (and ours because *ahem* those Bill Moseley gifs), we gotta figure something out. It may not nearly be Goob level since he at least has some self-respect, but still. Maybe you two go clothing shopping, or you try to figure whatever concoction of detergent, bleach, and pure willpower and elbow grease will make his shirts white again. Or at least get the smell out. Your thoughts?

Ok this was more of a imagining then a gushing, but I hope you like these XD

OKAY OKAY OKAY you should know that when this came through I was making my bed- and Lotso got thrown in my effort to finish it so I could read this XD sorry lotso

Maleficent: I do think that's part of her head!! :D I agree, hair makes her a bit too human. If it was a cowl- I think she'd shave her head. She doesn't want to be seen as a beautiful fair Tinkerbell-type. Men cannot be trusted to not try and hunt her down in the woods for a glimpse, and thats just more trouble then its worth. Besides, being fair is kind of Hilda's thing XD And Gastons.

Imagine seeing her bald head for the first time; horns brown and rough, under the slick black cowl and telling her she's amazing, gently guiding her down into a kiss <3 She's very proud you're the way you are, and she found you.

She's not shy about thrusting her slimy, forked tongue carefully into your mouth and forcing you to moan for it.

(Um?? Yes to her having a reptilian tongue!! Oh my goodness! It's very in character XDD Haha)

Alameda Slim and Professor Ratigan: Ahhh, I can see that!! XDD Very eccentric, and sensitive XD I don't think either of them would be pleased at the comparison though! 😂😂😂 They're both just silent, giving eachother sideways glances, thinking... 'the rat?' / 'the fat guy?' .

'Cowboy Ratigan', though XDDD Thats so funny XDDD

Hades: Oh I have heard that too!!! I wish they would have used that in the movie, that would have just been so cool! Hades' bodily lore just gets more and more interesting XD

And- right??? I'm sure that's just a design decision (Blue is a calm colour, red passionate) but I do think they coulda made the opposite look pretty cool (Imagine he turns electric blue when furious) but the blue suits him ^^ Red woulda been a tip off XDD Haha. And besides, blue fits with his smooth talking, used car salesman vibe.

Silver and Scroop: ALIEN THROUPLE Y E S XD You get a gentleman who stands up for your honour from behind you, a hand on your shoulder, only subtly threatening people lives when they insult you or make you uncomfortable, and then immediately works to cheer you up again- and also your mean, asshole boyfriend who will get in between you and any threat and just boldly threaten their lives... descriptively (Who you have to calm down afterwards XD). Best of both worlds, haha.

Imagine some asshole at a bar getting mad when you don't react nice to his flirting, and before you even know it Scroop is hissing obscenities in that gravelly voice that make your cheeks hot at the guy. You're shocked, though you don't know why you are (Scroop is always like this), and you let Silver guide you carefully back from the two, guiding you to another seat. "We'll sit 'ere til he's done, lass. I'd step in, but... I think I'd like to keep this old hardware attached ta me." He winks. "Mr Scroop's got this under control. Lets getcha another drink, eh?"

Toon Patrol: Ahhhhh, yes perfect! XD Haha. Omg. Guys, you can- you can call them up and just invite them somewhere- *sigh*

I can totally see this XDDD

Imagine the bag gets ripped off of you and you're just deadpanned, looking at Wheezy who pulled it off of you. "... you must realise, that this has become ridiculous."

"I do... boss doesn't. And, 'sides... its amusing."

"Grrrrrrr- "

Sidekicks: I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH. I JUST LOVE IT XDDD Imagine Sir Hiss and Iago arguing over leadership and everyone else, even Smartass, is just like 'isn't this supposed to be for support??... we getta enough of this at home. XD like 'I have ssssssss-eniority, over you! Besides, more experience- ' 'well, I'm more popular than you bub so shut up and gimmie the gabble.'

Wheezy: I- I cant- I'm weak at the thought XDDD You get to choose his clothes?? Ahhhhhhh, that's absolutely a dream XD He'd be so relaxed, letting you hand him damn near anything and trying it on, staying still while you make adjustments, not making it uncomfortable at all, just looking hot, etc. Reminds me of this one scene in Gilmore Girls XD

Incorrect Quote:

Smartass, walking in on Y/N tightening Wheezy's belt: ... what in fucks name are the two of you doin'??

Y/N: Oh!- *Startled to see Smartass, hands flying away from their boyfriend* Its not what it looks like!

Wheezy: ... *Chill. Taking a drag from his cigerette*

Smartass: It looks like you're dressing 'im...

Y/N: Oh- well then. uh. It's exactly what it looks like! 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

Smartass: well now i don't believe you-

Alternative excerpt though, with and Wheezy Y/N being an old married couple XD :

Wheezy: Stop tightening my belt, I don't wanna look like a kid goin to prom.

Y/N: You have a slim waist. You need the support!

Wheezy: *Rolling his eyes and groaning around his cig* Look if my pants fall down- just call it a bonus okay? Just let me go, woman.

Y/N: Wheezy, sweetheart, your flaccid penis is not the turn on you think it is.

Wheezy: God I could use a smoke right now.

Y/N: You're SMOKING ONE.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Toontown: Corporate Clash Recap: Barnacle Boatyard Cogs

Okay so, before we begin, I forgot to include something.

The Barnacle Boatyard soundtrack!

Playground Theme

Underwater Theme

S.S. Day-Sea Theme

Gag Shop Theme

Interior Theme

Street Theme

Gag N’ Go Theme

Battle Theme

Pier Sigil Theme

And now, for the Cogs you’ll be seeing on the streets for the first time:

Mover & Shaker

These skinny white guys guys have thin, cylindrical heads, brown “hair”, and handlebar mustaches above their grinning mouths.

Department: Sellbot

Levels: 5-10

Position: Employee

Honorifics: Mr.

Likes: Planning Events, the Butterfly Effect

Dislikes: Dead Crowds, Water Balloons

Movers and Shakers have access to the following attacks:

Brain Storm: Targets a single toon. The Mover & Shaker summons up a storm cloud that rains words down on the target.

Half Windsor: Yeets a tie at a single Toon’s neck.

Quake: Mover & Shaker jumps hard enough to shake the ground, potentially damaging all Toons. The “Miss” animation has the Toon in question jump in time with the Mover and Shaker to avoid damage.

Shake: Ditto, but the Mover and Shaker stomps the ground instead.

Tremor: Ditto.

Number Cruncher

They have green, vaguely wedge-shaped heads with numbers sticking out of their mouths.

Department: Cashbot

Levels: 5-10

Position: Employee

Honorifics: Mr.

Likes: Cash Registers, Sales Tax

Dislikes: The Alphabet, Sogginess

Number Cruncher’s have access to the following attacks:

Audit: The Number Cruncher takes out an auditing machine (I think that’s what it’s called) and punches some keys, sending math to damage a single target.

Calculate: Ditto.

Crunch: Number Cruncher yeets some numbers and mathematic symbols at a single target, dealing damage if it connects.

Tabulate: Back to the formula of the first two attacks.

Backstabber

They have purple, knife-shaped heads with red hair at the “point”.

Department: Lawbot

Levels: 5-10

Position: Employee

Honorifics: Mr.

Likes: Blind Trust, Pointed Remarks, Sharp Wits

Dislikes: Dull Conversations, Blunt Statements

Backstabbers have access to the following attacks:

Guilt Trip: The Backstabber wiggles his fingers, sending a wave of sparkles at all of the Toons, tripping up any it connects with.

Restraining Order: Yeets a sheet of paper with an official seal at a single Toon, dealing damage if it connects. (Does not restrain the Toon.)

Pick Pocket: Stretches an arm to try and steal a dollar bill out of a single Toon’s pocket, even if said Toon doesn’t have any pockets. Deals damage if he’s successful. (Note: Toons use Jellybeans as currency, don’t ask me where the dollar came from.)

Finger Wag: Wags his finger at a single Toon while scolding them, sending a barrage of “BLAH!” to damage them.

Advocate

Fat Cog with a round, black cat head. The ears curl into the shape of devil horns.

Department: Lawbot

Levels: 5-15

Position: Operations Analyst (lower damage, but increased health)

Honorifics: Mr.

Likes: Pleading Cases, Taking Catnaps, Devil Ray

Dislikes: Spray Bottles, Being Mislead

Advocates have access to the following attacks:

Power Trip: Advocate wiggles his fingers to send a wave of sparkles at the feet of all participating Toons, dealing damage to anyone it connects with. “Miss” animation has the lucky Toons jumping.

Shred: Advocate shreds a document, sending the shredded paper at a single Toon to deal damage.

Glower Power: Advocate literally glares daggers at a single Toon, dealing damage if it connects.

Watercooler: Advocate sends out a stream of water from his watercooler, dealing damage by spraying a single Toon.

Downsizer

Pointy, scowling green head in a derby hat.

Department: Bossbot

Honorifics: Mr.

Levels: 5-10

Position: Employee

Likes: Unemployment, Curtailing Expenses

Dislikes: Business Expanses, Things That Grow

Downsizers can perform the following attacks:

Canned: Yeets an open can at a single Toon.

Downsize: Signature attack of the Downsizers. He wiggles his fingers and sends yellow sparkles at a Toon to briefly shrink them, with damage being dealt when they return to their normal size.

Pink Slip: Throws a sheet of pink paper at a single Toon, with the Toon slipping and falling if it connects and deals damage.

Sacked: Throws a big sack at a single Toon, dealing damage if it connects.

Toxic Manager

They have a barrel of radioactive waste for their head, drooling toxic, green ooze from their mouth. Toxic Managers are among the Boardbots getting laid off on the 8th to make way for the new Boardbots. I will be covering the new Boardbots after the update releases.

Department: Boardbot

Honorifics: Mr.

Levels: 5-10

Position: Employee

Likes: Laying Waste, Killing Morale

Dislikes: Eco-Friendly Power Sources, Being Dumped

Toxic Managers have access to the following attacks (for now):

Acid Rain: Summons a raincloud and sends it over the head of a single toon, raining acid on them. It is currently their signature attack, and might end up being removed with them due to not matching the theme of any of the incoming Boardbots.

Fountain Pen: Sprays a single Toon with a stream of ink from his pen.

Guilt Trip: Same as previously mentioned.

Power Trip: Already went over this one earlier too.

Evil Eye: Glares at a single Toon, summoning a disembodied, pink eyeball to fly at them.

There is one more Cog that can be found here, the Deep Diver, but given how later Street Managers are content Synced, I’m saving him for when you have a task to take her down. It’ll save us all a big headache in the future.

Next time, we cover the first three Sidetasks in Barnacle Boatyard.

See you then!

-

It’s not enough that the enemies are corporate stooges, they have to be the toxic as hell ones too. (I mean most are but ya know)

[margindoodles2407]

Margin!!!!

I got Fractal on the mind today. I know you probably described him somewhere, but what does your Fractal look like?

Ah yes. So. I actually have pictures that I will link here (for minish cap, featuring four) and here (for four swords, including shadow and the colors) BUT

I will also describe him because I like that :)

So. In his natural, non-split state- specifically talking in the time of Minish Cap- he has blue-grey eyes and golden-blond hair, which also has several other colors blended in there but they aren't very pronounced... yet. During Minish Cap, he is 15 years old. I seem to have developed a habit of aging up the toon Links and Zeldas- take that as you will. He's about 5'2 because that is the tallest any Link will ever get, ever, unless you happen to be Dawnbringer or Paladin, who are, respectively, 5'3 (because he must fit the definition of grimdark fantasy hero) and 5'3 1/2 (because he is the oldest of the Links, at 19, and also because he has to have some sort of commanding presence since he's a Link and... well... soft-spoken and military commander don't mesh together very well).

Post Minish Cap but Pre Four Swords (because I did a linked universe and made them the same guy), he graduates his blacksmith apprenticeship, officially joins the Hyrulian Army, and ends up sustaining several facial scars- one on his left eyebrow, one on his right cheek, one across his nose, and one leaving a nick in his ear.

During Four Swords, he becomes the colors. YAY my boys

Anyway. I'll do bullet points for them

Green looks the most like unsplit Fractal, with golden hair, but he has green eyes and keeps only the nose scar.

Blue has strawberry blond hair (because something something redheads), blue eyes, and the eyebrow scar.

Red has dirty-blond hair, red eyes, and the cheek scar.

Vio has LIGHT blond hair, violet eyes, and the ear nick.

And SHADOW has black hair, red eyes with black sclerae (aka whites), and all the facial scars but bright red, almost looking like they're bleeding.

Post Four Swords and the Recombination, the different-colored strands in his hair become much more pronounced, and his eyes, while retaining their blue-grey hue, have green/blue/red/violet speckles in them if you look close enough.

ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDSA I am so glad you asked I love ranting about my boysssss :3

[iciwelcome-home]

Welcome Home Fic - Saving My Neighbors 0

Aka Prologue (Ch. 0) - ‘Moved’ into the Neighborhood

((A/N: This hasn’t left my mind for weeks, so I’ve decided to write down the fanfiction while I can. Now, this is sort of a coexist verse of toons and puppets; plus Muppets, with humans. A bit like Who’s Framed Roger, Space Jam, Looney Toons Back in Action, the Muppet Movies and maybe a few others as well. This fanfic is... sort of based on Welcome Home ARG, BUT this is a fanfiction and not all of it is true. This is sort of separated from the official/canon version which still works. Now, this is a Wally Darling X OC, plus a guy x guy relationship later on so if you have issues with that, you’re free to leave or not read it 😅. I’m just having some fun with this. This will have some... psychological horror (ish) which I don’t think I have done anything scary like, but once that theme comes in, I’ll try. This is SFW fanfic, despite the scary stuff. Welcome Home is created by @partycoffin/Clown so give them the support and the respect to the creator. This fanfic and AU ‘Saving my Neighbors’ is made by me; @iciwelcome-home which I also go by @ginnyicyidragon which is my main blog. Enjoy my fanfic and I do apologize my grammar.))

Somewhere in the space of darkness, a pale lavender periwinkle rabbit puppet with long lop ears, yellowish orange bowl-like hair, indigo freckles on the cheeks, wearing cyan sweater with rainbow collar part and white shorts with one black stripe on each sides is seemingly laying on the ground on his or their back. His eyes are closed while trying to remember where he is or even how he got into such a state.

'...Where... am I?' He thought. 'I was... standing in front of, but... how am I...?'

Er...ic... Ho...pp...er... yo.......et in... F.… ou......pened... Be... ca...ful…

'Huh? Who is that... talking to me...? Eric... Hopper... That's me. But I can't remember... anything...' He thought, grunting as he opened his blue eyes to see... colorful leaves of trees, seeing the clouds in the sky. It seems the sun is rising. "...Huh?" He slowly sits up, places his right hand behind his head. He winces, "Ow... My head."

The rabbit puppet slowly looks around, seeing he's in the woods as a breeze slightly blows in. "Uh... How did I get here?" Eric mumbled. He tries to remember, but... nothing comes to mind. "I was... walking and ended up here." He quietly said to himself.

He then slowly stood up, dusted himself off. He seems to be only 2ft tall.  "Okay, okay... My name is... Eric Hopper, a rabbit puppet... I have a cousin and... um..." He muttered. He tries to think hard then sighs loudly, eyes close, "Ugh! I can't remember much... I don't even know how I got here…"

The rabbit puppet turns around to see if he finds something or anyone nearby to help him. Eric then spots a path leading towards... somewhere. "Oh, good! A path! Maybe this could lead me to civilization!" He smiled with relief then began walking over to the path and headed down the path.

5 minutes later, Eric looks ahead to see a town. "Ah! This is good! Maybe I will get some help and call for help...” He smiled, quickly hurried into town.

But once he entered, he could see colors around him and see some of the houses. It seems kinda quiet. He slowly stops by a building which looks like a post office, looking around, "Is this town… abandoned?”

Before he knew it, once the sun moved in the right spot in the sky, the rabbit puppet suddenly heard birds chirping, feeling warmth and happiness in the air, then… the door of the post office opened by a four feet tall orange colored puppet mailman named Eddie Dear. “Ah~ Time to deliver some mail!” Eddie smiled, adjusting his blue hat.

Eric, after slightly jumping when Eddie opens the door, stares over at Eddie, “.....”

Eddie walks out of the post office and onto the path, but then he stops once he senses someone is staring at him, turns to his right to see Eric standing a few feet from him. He exclaims, jumps back a bit, “Oh! Where did you come from?!” His sudden jump made him hit the mail bag and most of the mail was scattered onto the ground. “Gah! Oh no!” Eddie quickly tries to grab the mail that was in the air.

Feeling bad, Eric went over to Eddie and quickly gathered up the mail that fell on the ground, saying in an apologetic way, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“N-no problem! It’s okay!” Eddie replied, kneeling down to pick up the rest of the mail and then standing back up after putting them back in his mail bag. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you there.”

Eric hands over the mail he’d picked up to Eddie, saying, “Yeah, but I still feel bad for scaring you like that. I just arrived here and we--”

“Oh? Are you the new neighbor then??” Eddie questioned, putting the mail Eric gave him in his mail bag.

Eric looks unsure how to answer that question, trying to remember a bit, “Um… I guess so. I’m mostly lost and trying to find some… way to get to a place called the Neighborhood.” Eric wasn’t sure why, but he was technically going to say ‘To find some help and call someone’ however he has a nagging feeling to not say the real reason.

Eddie then smiles, “Well, you’re in luck! This is it!”

“This is it?” Eric repeated, making his lop ears raise a bit. He looks around, surprised to know this area is the Neighborhood.

“Yep! And you’re in luck, I’m about to go around town to deliver some mail to everyone.” Eddie told him, smiling. “This way, you can get to know everyone in the Neighborhood.”

Eric thought about then nods, “Okay, but only if it’s okay with you. I would rather not disturb your job…”

“It’s fine!” Eddie chuckled. “Besides, we can’t have our new neighbor getting lost again. Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself, the name is Eddie Dear.” He holds out his left hand to Eric to shake hands.

Eric stares at Eddie’s hand, looks up at Eddie and… places his hand in Eddie and grasps it with a smile, “I’m Eric Hopper. I hope we’ll get along.”

Eddie begins shaking Eric’s hand, smiling in a friendly way, “Same here. And I think you’ll love it here! It’ll be like this is your home already.” He releases Eric’s hand and adjusts his mail bag. “Follow me and don’t wander off from me.” He said to Eric, then began heading towards what looks like a blue shop with the words ‘Howdy’s Place’ on it.

Eric stood for a few seconds, looking back where he’d come from while hearing words inside his head…

…What…r you do… do… tell whe… you’re from, act like…n’t… rem… You’ll probably for….. But stay strong… and fi…

Unfortunately, Eric can’t remember nor make out whoever told him. The rabbit puppet shrugs it off and quickly follows after the mailman puppet, not knowing someone is watching from afar…

((A/N: …And we’ll stop there! Short, I know, but I figured maybe in the next chapter, Eric will meet the rest of the neighbors. I hope this is a good start and I hope my grammar wasn’t so bad. Anyway, it seems Eric met Eddie Dear after arriving, which is good.  However, it seems Eric forgot some things before moving into the Neighborhood. Why is that? We’ll find out that in the chapter… maybe~ Also, will be post on my A03 account))

Chapter 1 - Getting to My Neighbors - Link