#commander conquer & peepers

[moonziies]

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[virtkha]

funnee peepers and wander swap...idk what im doing

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[that-traveling-banjo]

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Hello everyone!! As we have heard, it is pride month, sooo Sylvia and I just wanted to chip in a little bit of our own contribution and say Happy Pride Month! You're valid no matter who you are, so don't forget to be kind to yourselves and others.

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Commander Conquer and Peepers by @virtkha

source: reel 1 & reel 2

[mango-mya]

I had to hop on this trend so badly do you understand

[riche-solarry]

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 💚💚💚

[whatitsemerald]

i love this little man dearly bro

Taking charge for prototypelq

[wanderloveshater]

Two smart guys with 80’s tech can only do so much. It took them years to make the portal, one that breaks down everytime it activates.

For Commander Peepers? He can make a portal in a quarter of that time that’s stable.

It wouldn’t break down and would be able to control the excess energy that emits from it.

Peepers is the perfect pawn for Bill. Socially outcast with a crippling insecurity about his height, the desire to be praised and hold power over others, painfully lonely with a brilliant mind- he mirrors Ford in this way. I believe one of the WOY crew members emphasized him being different from the watchdogs.

It’s so easy for Bill; what do we have here? A smart guy who builds evil planet-destroying devices? Handling complex machinery?

He’s got a high IQ- misguided by his adoration for his stupid leader. The need for approval is crippling. So what can we do? Our little song and dance-

Bill’s experience speaks for itself. It would take very little effort, no questioning or anything- kind of boring, really.

Oh and Peepers has just been WAITING for someone to realize his true potential!

It’s all the same with Ford. He wants to feel special. The way Peepers would cling, claw, ride the high of the teensy bit of praise Hater gave him months ago…it makes Bill laugh. Such a sucker. A mathematically talented genius with more weaknesses than anyone can count.

So here we are, Peepers wants power. He wants respect. He wants to be seen. Bill promises Peepers a sense of social validation- to be adored- and eventually feared by his peers, and in extension, the galaxy. In return, Bill wants a portal- instead of spinning it as a “gateway for infinite knowledge of the universe” he can actually be a little more truthful. He’ll tell Peepers it can be used as an unstoppable weapon of destruction, better than what Major Threat had, better than what Lord Dominator had. The Peepers empire- I mean- The Hater empire would conquer the galaxy. Bill can come into this plane and they’ll rule everyone, side by side, Muse by Painter.

It’s a win win! Come on Peepers! Take the deal! When was the last time you played chess with someone that was actually smart enough to compete against you?

Infatuation: We saw how easy it was for Ford to be a Cipherholic. For many others to be. Peepers would unfortunately fall for his flattery. Under the assumption that Peepers is in love with Hater- (idolization if you wish) this prevents him from fully going evil, betraying everyone at once, I think.

But Peepers does get a little tired here and there putting up with Hater’s stupidity. Everyone’s stupidity, actually.

But Bill?

Bill has a lot of knowledge of the universe and intelligence.

Peepers would feel so intellectually stimulated by their conversations- likely about quantum theories, astrophysics, how stupid everyone is. There’s one thing Peepers has going on instead of Ford. Ford isn’t directly malicious or evil (besides the revenge fantasies), but Peepers is. He’d find Bill’s sadistic humor to be funnier than Ford ever did. Bill likes that.

Planting these seeds in Peeper’s brain- like the portal- Peepers would reach worship levels faster than Ford.

“I want to feel tall.”

“I’ll make you feel tall.”

Possession: This one is funny to think about, Bill’s unhinged behavior is exponential. He uses his charisma to gain social approval with the watchdogs and Hater’s favor in Peepers’ body. He probably wouldn’t have to complete all the calculations that Ford needed help with- really the possession is just so Peepers is more likable.

Bill’s feelings: Peepers was the easiest pawn to entrance. Bill finds this rather boring. There’s nothing to sink his teeth into- nothing to tear. Just a hollow puppet. He isn’t weird enough for Bill to enjoy, he seems rather logical and put together. Sure he’s shorter than everyone but was he born with any extra features that makes him an anomaly? But he’s certainly the most efficient puppet, so he’s gotta keep that going.

Peepers would also catch Fiddleford and Ford’s mistakes with the portal’s code.

Sort of like, “Oh haha, whoever did this code is so stupid, have they considered their calculations would blow up the entire room?!”

Bill being Bill, filled with bitterness, would agree in tandem at first. “Haha YEAH my last guy wasn’t up to par!”

Before uh, Peepers gets carried away and Bill’s own complicated feelings about Ford arise.

“Seriously, have you seen this derivative answer?! A traffic cone could have done better-”

“That’s enough”

Ford: I don’t have a set story/timeline for these two in mind, but I would like to imagine Ford’s reaction. Being unable to stop the vicious cycle repeat chokes him. Warning Peepers and all, oh don’t fall for it, he’ll betray you, promise you a galaxy, yadda yadda…

But Peepers only hears that last part.

“My own galaxy…?”

“Yes, he’ll make you ‘one of them’ and promise ultimate power with no law or restrictions- everything you could dream of- but DO NOT fall for it!”

Peepers falls for it. Or rather embarasses himself- Bill does not care for Peepers in this way. He’d never offer this unless it was for gain, so what does Peepers do? Throw himself to Bill and the Henchmaniacs- pleading to be a part of them. All that results from that is being laughed out of the room. Doesn’t help that he's the shortest.

Peepers doesn’t fit in with the watchdogs, or even the crazy weirdos/freaks.

He is truly alone.

[thatonedestroyer]

The Fake Date

This ended up being wayyy longer than I expected. I need to release this because its been eating at my brain for about a month. Peepers and Hater get really close in this fic... Maybe too close? Lol, ok, that's enough for now. I hope you enjoy! :D

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“And that is how we are going to conquer planet Flendar!”

Commander Peepers confidently put his hands on his hips after announcing his invasion plans to Lord Hater. The commander had spent sleepless nights doing extensive research on the traditions and customs of the aliens living on Flendar. He had to make sure that the takeover would be flawless and foolproof–especially after the recent losses they had suffered as a result of Hater’s thick skull and insistence on pursuing Wander.

Lord Hater squinted at Peepers and raised a bony eyebrow, listening to his plan from the comfort of his throne.

“You want me to… marry the princess of Flendar?”

Peepers nodded and peered up at Hater with a hint of pride in his well thought out plan.

“Precisely, sir! According to my sources, Princess Zaltra is holding a banquet to find her suitor in three days. All you need to do is talk to her and convince her that you would make a good partner, then you can easily take over the planet from the inside. Think you can handle that?”

Lord Hater scoffed and crossed his arms arrogantly, “Pssh, yeah. Sounds easy. Any girl would be lucky to tie down all this.”

The skeleton pulled up his sleeve and flexed, his body surprisingly muscular for a skeleton. The commander’s eye lingered on Hater’s flexing muscles for a moment too long before he snapped back to his senses.

Peepers gave him a doubtful look, fully aware of Hater’s dating history. Despite all his boasting, Lord Hater had never actually been on a successful date. The only times women willingly went on a date with him were either out of pity or as a joke at his expense.

“Yeah… About that. I propose we have a trial dinner to make sure that, ahem,” Peepers cleared his throat and gestured vaguely to Hater, who was still distracted with his own muscles, before continuing with a bit of exasperation, “all that is ready for the banquet. I’ve already ordered the watchdogs to arrange the dining hall for the occasion.”

Lord Hater frowned and glared at the commander with slight displeasure. He hadn’t even confirmed if they were going to go through with the idea yet and Peepers had already started making arrangements? Not cool. Hater was the one in charge! Peepers had no right to command the watchdogs without his approval.

“What, are you trying to say I can’t do it?” Lord Hater stepped down from his throne and towered over the one-eyed alien, electricity sparking threateningly from his fingers as he tried to reinforce his precedence.

Peepers’s heart fluttered nervously. One part of him feared Hater’s wrathful tendencies, while the other part quite enjoyed seeing Hater’s display of power. Despite wanting to give in and affirm the skeleton’s ego, Peepers stood his ground, shooting Hater an unimpressed glare.

“Sir, we talked about this. If you’re going to be immature about my plans, then I can’t help you.”

Hater clenched his fist and let out a groan in annoyance, reluctantly dissipating the green bolts that sparked dangerously around the throne room. Though admitting this was incredibly difficult, he knew Peepers had a point. The many lectures Peepers gave him about being professional and level-headed were apparently fruitful, to some degree. Not wanting the watchdog to get too much satisfaction, Hater simply crossed his arms over his chest as he walked away, muttering remarks of discontent under his breath.

“Stupid Peepers, always telling me what to do…”

Peepers watched with a hint of pride as Hater left. Although his words were harsh, everything in the room was still intact and nobody–specifically Peepers–was hurt! Though it was a difficult process, the watchdog was thrilled that Hater was making attempts to not immediately jump to violence and instead remained sensible. Peepers let out a pleased hum before following Hater out of the throne room.

The two aliens met up in front of the hall, which had been decorated to set a romantic mood. Red flames flickered softly from candles, illuminating the dark room with a warm glow, elegant yet dangerous flowers with spiky stems and alluring red petals were arranged neatly in a vase at the center of the circular dining table, and the aroma of savory, freshly cooked food wafted through the dining hall, enticing the duo to inspect what was hidden under the lids of their silver platters.

“Wow, this is fancy.” Hater looked down at Peepers with a grin, his earlier anger dissipating at the thought of eating a luxurious meal with his date. “I’ll give you credit, Peeps, you outdid yourself with this one. So, where’s the lucky lady who gets to eat with the great LORD HATER?”

Peepers blinked in confusion up at Hater, not considering getting Hater an actual date for their recreational dinner. “Lucky lady..?”

Hater’s grin faltered, “Duh- Yeah! How else am I going to practice for a date if I don’t have a date for my date?!”

“Well- uHM…” The commander’s head swiveled around as he quickly checked to see if any watchdogs were nearby so he could pair them up with Hater, but the halls were suspiciously empty at the moment.

His focus turned back to Hater and his “mouth” went dry as he gazed up at the disappointed skeleton. Peepers cleared his throat and tried his best to pull himself together, wincing as he uttered what should have felt like a simple suggestion.

“I could be your… lucky… lady..?”

Time seemed to still to a halt as Peepers awaited Hater’s response, his tiny heart pounding in his chest. After a couple moments, the skeleton folded his gloved arms over his thick chest.

“Peepers… You’re not a lady.

Realization struck the watchdog as he considered Hater’s words, but he managed to play it cool.

“So?”

Hater stared at Peepers, “So? Well you’re… You. You’re not some hot babe with flowing hair, sparkling eyes, and… Uh- lady… stuff.”

Peepers narrowed his eye up at the skeleton, starting to feel offended by Hater’s reaction, “Sir, this is a practice date. You’re here to practice your etiquette, not be swept off your feet.”

“Yeah, but-” Hater scoffed and gestured his arms around wildly, trying to express his dissatisfaction, “How am I supposed to feel all romantic-y when you’re looking at me all judgy-like??”

“I can pretend,” Peepers muttered under his breath, imagining what a real date would look like with Hater.

“What?”

“Nothing!” The watchdog quickly snapped out of his fantasy. Peepers took a deep breath, collecting himself, before getting back to the task at hand.

“Listen, sir. I can just sit across from you, ask you questions, simulate the experience. Purely professional.”

“UGHHH…” Hater groaned, dragging his hands down his face, “Fine. But no, like, dreamy eye contact. Or compliments. Or romantic stuff.”

“Understood.”

Now that the two had come to an agreement, they could finally start the “date”. Hater attempted to enter the dimly lit room, but Peepers held out his hand to stop him.

“Hold on one second, sir. If you want to impress the princess, then you have to take this seriously.”

“That is EXACTLY what I am TRYING to do.” The skeleton growled and gestured to the dining hall in annoyance.

“Heh, but sir,” Sensing the tension, Peepers softened his tone, as though he was speaking to a moody toddler. “Imagine this is the real date and I’m the princess. You and the princess are walking up to the door: What do you say to her?

Hater scoffed and grinned, “Pfft- that's easy. I’d say move it or lose it, babe. Haters first.”

Peepers grimaced in disapproval, rubbing his temple. “Eh… Not quite, sir. I need you to get your head in the game.” He made direct eye contact with Hater and really dumbed it down.

“You, princess, door. The polite thing to say to her would be..?”

Hater looked down at Peepers in confusion, squinting like he was asked a trick question. After a few moments, the skeleton cleared his throat and answered in a somewhat unsure tone.

“...After you..?”

“Why, thank you, sir.”

Peepers glanced up at Hater with a cheerful, almost smug glint in his eye, giving a nod in acknowledgement of the polite gesture as he entered the room first.

The skeleton just stood there, slack jawed in disbelief. The smug look on the commander’s face made something click within Hater.

So, that's how it’s gonna be.

There was no way Hater was going to let Peepers, his second in command, keep telling him what to do, it was ruining his authoritative image. He HAD to show Peepers just how charming he could be without the incessant interjections of the watchdog’s patronizing tips.

When Commander Peepers went to sit at the table, Hater was already one step ahead, pulling out the commander’s chair for him in one swift motion.

“Allow me. Take a seat.”

The watchdog’s heart fluttered, caught off guard by the romantic gesture. Peepers was not at all expecting a move like that from Hater, especially after they agreed the date would be strictly professional, but it did not go unappreciated. The watchdog glanced gratefully up at Hater–his mouthless attempt at a smile–as his wooden chair was carefully pushed closer to the table.

“Oh- uh. Thank you, sir.”

Once they were both seated, Hater fought the urge to kick up his feet onto the dining table, already predicting what Peepers would say. Instead, he lifted the lid off his dinner platter to see what their first meal would be. Underneath was an octopus-like space creature sectioned off at the arms, coated with a glittery purple sauce that one could only assume tasted like a savory jam, and served with caesar salad on the side. Despite its off putting appearance, it actually tasted pretty good and Peepers was already cutting himself a bite.

Hater’s eyes wandered away from the hungry Peepers and down to the assortment of utensils that sat beside his plate. There were spoons, forks, and knives, all meant for different courses of food. The skeleton simply sat there, his brain working overtime as he analyzed the different types of forks.

Peepers glanced up from his meal to see Hater struggling, “Ahem.”

Startled by the sound, Hater looked up at Peepers, who was now pointing down at the fork Hater needed to use.

“Right. I knew that.” The skeleton muttered and picked up his fork, tasting the slimy dish.

The sound of utensils clinking together filled the air, but not enough to break the uncomfortable silence between the two. The skeleton stared down at the fresh food on his plate as he struggled to come up with what to say next.

Hater glanced back up at Peepers and cleared his throat, “So, uh… how are you enjoying your meal, princess?”

Peepers, now fully engaged in the fake formal occasion, dabbed his nonexistent mouth with a napkin.

“It’s quite nice, sir. Much better than the sludge they serve in the cafeteria.

Hater nodded absently, already contemplating what he should say next, leaving both of them in uncomfortable silence.

The dim lighting, the fancy decor, the way Peepers kept glancing up at him like he was expecting more. Way too much pressure for the inexperienced skeleton.

Hater gnawed on his fork, staring at his plate as he concentrated on how to break the tension.

Come on, think of something cool to say!

In a moment of impulse, Hater snapped his finger. A spark of electricity flew from his fingers, jumping into a nearby speaker. It crackled to life with a soft hum before abrasively flooding the dining hall with obnoxiously loud punk rock music.

Peepers groaned in pain and covered his non-existent ears, squinting over at the skeleton in confusion. Hater grinned and lowered the music so it was at background volume level.

Much better.

Though his music taste didn’t exactly fit the romantic mood, it definitely helped Hater feel more comfortable with the fake date.

“Are you flarping-… Seriously, sir?���

“What? I thought you liked rock.”

“Well- Yes, but that’s not…”

Peepers stuttered, his head still pounding from the few seconds of hearing the deafening music. Now that it was a bit quieter, it didn’t sound too bad. The watchdog was a bit disappointed that Hater wouldn’t pick something more soothing, like jazz. But still, progress was progress. Peepers could deal with the punk music if it meant Hater was going to treat this like a real date.

It had to be perfect.

For the princess, of course.

“I’m not sure that the princess would appreciate having her eardrums melted.” Peepers grumbled while rubbing his forehead, soothing his headache slightly.

Hater scoffed and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, “Well, you’re not the princess, so I think you’ll be just fine.”

Peepers rolled his eye at his leader’s dismissive response. He knew there was no point in arguing with Hater, so he simply resumed eating the goopy dish on his platter.

The two ate under the dim candlelight near silence, save for the steady beat of rock music that faintly filled the room. It helped to ease the awkwardness, but not by much. Hater still wasn’t earning any charisma points for his dry conversation. They barely exchanged more than a few sentences at a time–their longest conversation being about Hater’s workout routine–and Peepers seemed more disinterested than charmed.

The watchdog’s gaze drifted off to a corner of the room as he sipped his sparkly drink, trying to think of anything besides their hopeless date.

Then, the candlelight shifted. The flame flickered softly and beamed across Peepers’s eye at just the right angle to make his red iris shimmer like a newly born galaxy.

The sight captured Hater’s attention mid-sip and he froze, grinning slightly as he set down his drink.

Peepers turned to Hater, sensing his gaze. “What?”

Hater shrugged, leaning in just a little, “Nothing. Just wondering if the princess will have eyes like that.”

Calm yourself, Peepers! It was a simple compliment. Hater was just being a flirt. That's all.

Peepers blinked, his heartbeat fluttering under the weight of Hater’s intent gaze,

“You… like my eye?”

“I- I mean- not like, like. It’s just, y’know, big. And… red. And, uh, sparkly, I guess.” The skeleton leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze to seem less embarrassed. “In a dangerous, explosive kinda way.”

Peepers’s eye widened slightly, taking the compliment way more personally than he should have.

“Oh.”

A silence fell over the dining table, yet it wasn’t awkward like before. This time, it felt more alive, more suspenseful.

The sight of Peepers getting flustered sparked something within Hater, making him more bold. He liked seeing his commander like this, and he wanted to see it again. His tone shifted into something partly nervous, partly playful.

“So- uh… if this is a date, I guess I should try to flirt with the princess. How does this sound:” Hater cleared his throat and leaned in closer, “If you were a laser blast, you’d have me totally fried, ‘cause you are scorching hot.”

Peepers choked on his drink, “Sir- that’s…” He coughed into his drink, his face uncomfortably warm, “That was awful.”

“Ugh… I know.” Hater groaned and dragged his claws down his face, chuckling softly, “I sound like Emperor Awesome.”

“You sound like an amateur.” Peepers muttered, his voice slightly affectionate.

Their eyes met for a moment too long.

Peepers tore his gaze away, suddenly overwhelmed as panic prickled beneath his collar. Too much. Too close. He grasped for something–anything–to break the tension. The watchdog cleared his throat and lifted his drink in the air a little too quickly.

“A- a toast!” He tilted his glass toward Hater, trying to collect himself, “To the infiltration of planet Flendar.”

The shift jarred Hater back to his senses, and he nodded, hastily raising his glass as well. “And being incredibly charming while doing it.” Hater forced a confident grin as their glasses clinked.

They drank.

“Y’know,” Hater’s voice dropped slightly, “you’re surprisingly good at this, Peeps.”

“This, sir?” Peepers looked curiously up at Hater.

“All this,” Hater gestured vaguely around the dining table, “The datey, romantic stuff. You act so polite… and cool. I bet you’ve done this loads of times.” He grinned slightly, teasing the watchdog.

“Well- uhm…” Peepers glanced away nervously for a moment before returning to Hater’s gaze. Sure, he knew a lot about dating etiquette and maintaining appearances, but he was a busy commander. He didn’t have time for something as trivial as dating. “Not exactly…”

“Then how do you know so much?” The skeleton tilted his head slightly, amused by the watchdog’s squirming.

“I… I don’t know,” Peepers shrugged, not wanting to outwardly admit that he wasn’t as experienced with real dates as he pretended to be. “I just sort of imagine what I would want in a partner, and replicate that to the best of my ability.”

“So your big secret is being considerate? Lame.” Hater chuckled and nudged Peepers’s foot under the table. “And here I thought it felt kinda real.”

“Y-you did?”

Peepers’s heart fluttered, and his single eye widened, staying focused on Hater’s gaze as though he needed it to breathe. He tried to play it off by sipping his drink, but his hand wobbled as he held his glass.

There it was again. That stupid, endearing look that sent shivers through Hater’s bones.

Hater chuckled again, softer now. “Sure, I mean, you’re so captivated… If I didn’t know any better, I’d guess this was an actual date, or something.”

Peepers quickly added, “It’s not though.”

“Right. It’s fake.” He nodded, still grinning at the watchdog’s flustered expression. “Totally pretend.”

“Exactly. Strictly professional.” Peepers confirmed, reassuring himself more than anything else.

The skeleton leaned in closer, his elbows on the table now, his voice dropping to something dangerously sincere. “But, y'know, if it was real… You’d kinda be killing it.”

“Heh– Th-thank you, sir.” Peepers barely managed to squeak out his gratitude, his body buzzing from the compliment.

Their eyes met again. For a moment, neither seemed to want to look away. The rich orange flame of candlelight flickered between them, and Peepers could have sworn the room got hotter.

His eye wandered down to Hater’s lips–parted slightly, so close yet so far–and lingered on them, almost longingly. He looked back up, only to find Hater leaning in even closer.

The commander’s breath caught in his throat.

And then–

Peepers shot up from his seat, nearly knocking over his chair as he slammed his hands on the table.

“W-well! I think that’s more than enough practice for tonight!” He blurted, voice pitched a little too high.

“Wha– Seriously?” Hater blinked, startled by his commander’s sudden eagerness to flee.

“No need to over do it, sir!” Peepers fixed his chair and let out a nervous chuckle, swiftly gathering their dinner trays, “Wouldn’t want to risk… overpreparing.”

“Right, wouldn’t want that…” Hater muttered softly, leaning back in his seat and watching Peepers with something oddly close to affection.

Peepers cleared his throat and darted off to the kitchen, “I’ll, uh… Have the watchdogs clean this up!”

Left alone at the dining table, Hater crossed his arms behind his head and smirked.

“Guess he couldn’t handle my game.”

A few moments later, some watchdogs came out to clear the table, an unspoken signal that the “date” was officially over. Hater sighed and pushed off the table, stretching as he got to his feet.

The dinner had gone pretty well, all things considered. He had actually learned a few things about etiquette for his future royal date, even if it was mostly out of spite. And messing with Peepers? Way more fun than he expected.

He was definitely going to find an excuse to get under the watchdog’s skin more often. And hey, if it helped him practice his flirting skills, even better.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Peepers was hunched over the kitchen sink, face flushed, body trembling as he gripped the cold metal basin.

“Stupid, stupid stupid!” He muttered to himself, beating his forehead with his fist. “What have I done??”

A couple of watchdogs exchanged confused glances, but none of them dared to disturb the commander’s spiraling.

Peepers stared down into the murky water, his reflection rippling with each shaky breath. “It was fake. Just pretend...”

He slumped pitifully against the counter, clutching his chest with one hand as though that would soothe the ache.

“Oh grop… What if he thinks I like him?”

Then, he scoffed bitterly, turning his head to stare at the dull gray wall. “Utterly ridiculous. I’m his second in command. Nothing more.”

It was just a fake date. It shouldn’t have meant anything.

At least, that's what he told himself.

He wasn’t entirely sure what the moment was leading up to, just that he wanted to get it back more than anything.

But he blew his shot.

Peepers let out a groan of self loathing and yanked a pint of ice cream from the freezer, quickly sneaking the cold treat up to his quarters before anyone could ask questions.

Now alone, he threw himself onto his bed, curled up under a pile of blankets, and put on the most melodramatic soap opera he could find.

As dramatic music swelled from the screen, he spooned cold fudge into his “mouth” and tried not to cry, pestered by thoughts of regret that refused to let him sleep.

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Hehehe... Peepers and Hater are never gonna have a loving relationship. I keep telling myself I'm gonna write a fluff fic where they affectionately embrace each other, but its way too tempting to make Peepers cry instead. I see Peepers as very closeted about his romantic feelings towards Hater. Whenever he's given an opportunity to express non-platonic affection towards Hater, he shoves his feeling down and panics. I left it kind of open ended because I might turn it into a longer slow burn with more chapters. Idk. Depends on how I feel. I'm also struggling to make the Deathglare dynamic work since Hater is usually just mean to Peepers. Regardless, I'm working on a new fic between them!! I'm also starting a oneshot with Peepers and Andy because I think that would be fun. They have so much potential! This year has been draining so far, but that won't stop me from writing about gay aliens!

[woy-watchdogs]

Ok Lord Hater can be motivating when he wants!!

Lord Hater: Watchdogs, eyes up! We've got a galaxy to save SO WE CAN CONQUER IT LATER!!

(our Commander breaking the fourth wall 🙃)

Commander Peepers: Where has this guy been all season... of our lives?

Hate's great! Best villain! Hate's great! Best villain!

[moonziies]

🗣🗣🗣I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM 🗣🗣🗣

Peepers will forever be my comfort character and Wander Over Yonder will forever be my comfort show 💕

Close Ups:

This one was finished last year but just now I'm sharing it, I miss this style tbh

BOYFRIENDS 🫶

[virtkha]

these guys amirite

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, semifinals of the minor bracket

Propaganda:

For Lord Hater and Commander Peepers :

Lord Hater is the self-proclaimed "universe's awesomest evil-doer", an immature, attention-seeking manchild with electric powers and a short temper. He rules the Hater Empire with Commander Peepers as his second-in-command (technically third, after his beloved pet spider-xenomorph, but who's counting), however it soon becomes *very* clear that the cunning, remorseless, hardworking Peepers is the *real* brains behind the empire. Peepers might be frustrated at Hater's incompetence at times and isn't above manipulating him to reach an end goal, but he'd never dream of usurping him because, well, he's really gay and in love with him (as much as he can be in an early-10s Disney cartoon, anyways). Hater might take Peepers for granted a lot of times, but as his oldest friend and closest confidante he's the one who Hater is closest to. Whether it's invading other planets or kicking puppies for fun, these two are *delightfully* terrible jerks and the epitome of gay wrongs. 

Commander Peepers is both Lord Hater's right hand man in villainy AND his jilted stay-at-home-wife-guy (Also in villainy. Hater is really good at getting distracted from productive and efficient villaining.) Lord Hater was the greatest villain in the galaxy thanks to how well he and Commander Peepers worked as an evil team to run the Hater Empire!

Lord Hater conquers planets and is such an edgy bastard. Peepers is the actual brains behind the operation. Peepers is often pushed aside by Hater, they are besties and yet Peepers is always pining for this guy who will never notice. Peepers is so horribly gay for him if you watch the show he wants his stupid boss so bad. Peepers is so scared of him season 1 but then starts yelling BACK in season 2 and has to deal with him like a babysitter or something and yet STILL idolizes him and that’s just such a fun dynamic. His password is H8RNP33PRS43VR (Hater and Peepers forever). They are so evil and everyone fears them and they are villains and they are gay and the side of the fandom that draws them as a married couple that needs counseling is absolutely correct. The fanart of Hater openly liking him back is wonderful but I swear you don’t even need that. They are so gay and villain you have to love them they are

Villains that conquer planets and do evil stuff, my favourite characters, not really canon but they are the best :)

For Wu Zetian x Gao Yizhi x Li Shimin: (propaganda from previous poll here)

They are in a poly and are so morally gray and I love em. The triangle really is the strongest shape

They're gay because they're all bi (literally in Shimin and Yizhi's cases, kinda more implied for Zetian). Zetian and Shimin tortured a man for information (and also because he tortured them first) while Yizhi cooked back in their apartment. They made a plan to destroy their government and take over instead. Yizhi killed his dad because he was talking shit about Zetian and trying to sway his trust in her (it didn't work lmao). Instead of a love triangle (it REALLY seemed like that was what it was heading towards) they all love each other and would (and have) committed atrocities for each other. There's a whole thing about how they're stronger together (like, metaphorically and on the battlefield (Shimin and Zetian pilot a giant mecha together and Yizhi balances them))

They're a canon polyship who are all a bit deranged and down to kill for their goals and/or to protect bae. Two have tortured a man to death together and came home to the third making celebratory cookies for them. 

What's more gay wrongs than trying to take over your country and torturing a man together

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Commander peepers/GN! Reader HC'S ->

Romantic general relationships hcsss

It posted the first time while still a wip excuse that 💀💀💀

Eat it up simps :)

okay getting close to this man is definelty an uphill battle of sorts??? Very much a workaholic HOWEVER once a relationship is established boy are you in for a treat

MY MAN pencils in time for things and scheduled dates!! he's not always the most spontaneous but he feels this is a way to make SURE you get the quality time you deserve :)

He is so whipped holy shit guys like he is so whipped honestly like head 👏🏼 over 👏🏼 heels👏🏼

Hot air Ballon galaxy dates??? Yes. Done. Movie date?? Ofc! Signed and into motion hell this man will conquer a Planet with you if you're a villan and be ecstatic to spend time with you

Peepers is good at remembering like all of your interests and anniversary dates fr

Like this man will 100% take you to whatever the woy equivalent to red lobster is for special dates

SLEEPOVER DATES!!!!! he is such a sucker for chick flicks guys...(his favorite is clueless)

He's literally so cuddly in the morning too like he gets so soft with you it's sooo cute

He doesn't show it too much but he's not ashamed just more reserved pda wise but trust he's literally your #1 hype boy

[riche-solarry]

Badges and key chains

[woy-watchdogs]

Great Job Commander!!

Here C. Peeps on my tiny Christmas tree 😁🎄💯

[theromanticscrooge]

I'm not sure if I've ever talked about this but I used to write Wander Over Yonder character analyses as well as make videos and otherwise. One of the folks working on Wander followed my main blog...

So, I made a long since deleted side blog for my more ridiculous fan bullshit in hopes of avoiding anyone from the show seeing my weirder stuff. I don't know how successful I was but the attempt was made. It was called makemeasammichpeepers. C. Peeps was my favorite character after Lord Dominator. He's my no. 1 favorite now, heheh.

One of my weirder shipping interests was plugging Lord Hater, Lord Dominator, and Commander Peepers together as a weird, dysfunctional throuple. That ship already broke canon but I wrote a few fics playing with what it looked like to cement the throuple. A few other people already had a Hater/Dominator and Death Glare dynamic I liked and borrowed from other fics. My question was: What would Peepers/Dominator getting along or actually becoming romantically involved too look like?

I actually wrote out a scenario where Peepers introduces his parents to his dorky, galactic conquering partners.

I headcanon Dominator as a lesbian or aro/ace now so if I ever come back to writing Wander Over Yonder fics, I'd be way more interested in an attempt at a Dominator and Wander become friends fic. The only ship stuff I'd take a crack at would be Dominator with an unrequited crush on Sylvia, getting Death Glare together, or Emperor Awesome's tryhard flirting at a lounge.

I'm not scared of anyone that worked on the show seeing my stuff anymore! I'm not going to straight up tell them I do this but it's here. I write fanfics along with character analysis stuff. I'm going to play with weird ideas like "I think Boxman and Venomous are open to polyamory" or "Dynamite Watkins has a big gay crush on Cosma." The O.K. K.O. crowd is stuck with me right now, lol! And I'm in a "plug my fan characters into my stories" era too (not sure how well that's received but I'm trying to balance my bullshit with stuff I want to do with the canon cast). I'm not sure where I'll end up next, but my ridiculous shipping interests are coming with me.