Omg hi! Okay so we all know I own the color purple cause, yknow, Violet Pyre, all that but what's you twos signature colors? - Liane 💜
Stella: *still grumpy and curious about who tf got with her hubby before her* Answer Rogers. Mr. Captain America Fu-
Steve: *glares at her* Language! Sorry she didn’t have lunch yet, so expect her next few answers to be random. *sighs chuckling*
Stella: I’mma create my own section of this blog called STELLA RANTS just wait for it *winks* Let’s answer this! I got a few signature colors on mine, navy blue, ruby red and light gray.
Steve: *roll his eyes and chuckled* My signature colors are baby blue, like a teal blue specially! But I had plenty of signature options over the years like for my suits—
Stella: *winks* Ohhh yes I remember my favorite number. That Navy blue stealth suit from 2014, *sighs dreamily* Can we bring that one back?
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*shows a video she filmed of that suit and smiles* 
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Steve: *rolls his eyes laughing a little and thinks* Okay that one is favorite significance suit I was worn and it’s a signature one to wear in modern day. We can bring that one back for a mission or two.
Stella: YES! *smiling brightly and runs off to search for the suit, yelling from their bedroom* Where is it?! I want the paparazzi to catch you in this suit very soon!
Steve: *runs after there* N—no! Ella stay out of my side of the closet
Stella: Ah shit! *laughing*
Steve: *picks her up and throw over his shoulder* You need to eat first! *laughing* Come on. *walks out of the room and waves at the audience*
Stella: Ah! *giggles and looks at his booty* They are right, that is America’s Ass..
Helloooo Tumblr! This is Yakko Warner (Rhythm). You can tell because my text is orange. My baby brother Wakko (Bean) and my little sister Dot (Rosebud) are watching TV in the living room right now. If one of them is telling you stuff, blue text will be what Wakko says and pink text will be what Dot says. Anyways, the three of us decided it'd be fun to answer some questions you guys may have about us, so we decided to start this blog! I got to set it up because I'm the oldest. Anyways, send us your questions! Just for some context:
We're two years older than we were when we were on the show, but it's currently 2024, like it is wherever you are in the world. Took us a while to start aging. I'm 16, Wakko's 13, and Dot's 11.
Do NOT ask me or my siblings anything gross. We're sweet, young, innocent children!
There's probably not going to be a lot of art of us around here since our admin isn't all that confident in her art skills, but here's what we look like now, just so you have an idea.
So yeah! SEND US QUESTIONS!!!
((Admin here! Anything in these double parentheses is from me. Just want to note that the Hulu Animaniacs reboot is NOT canon to this AU. Nora, Cora, and all other reboot-exclusive characters do not exist, Chicken Boo did not hunt down the other members of the cast, and Wakko is not 5% salamander. I probably won't answer anything that specifically references the reboot, but if I do, be prepared for some confused Warners. Thank you.))
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
I’m a render artist who enjoys making fnaf art of questionable quality and he’s a digital rabbit with questionable motives. Feel free to ask us things. We’ll most likely answer ( this is a parody account with elements of roleplay and other nonsense along with my art)
still one of my favorite bits i ever got to commit was pretending not to know who jesus is when a street preacher was evangelizing to me. he was like "do you know who jesus is?" and i had so much time before my next bus and i wanted to know what would happen so i said no. and you know what. he had clearly never been told no to that question before because if i hadn't actually known who jesus was, his baffled and fumbling attempt sure wouldn't have told me. literally reversed the roles. now you get to stand here feeling very uncomfortable and wishing you could be somewhere else because guess what buddy, this is my bus stop, im early (and can catch like five other buses from this exact stop), and im now thoroughly invested in hearing about this mysterious jesus figure. you're locked in here with me. im eating the key as we speak. i will kill us both before i let you out of here.
very highly recommend this bit if you can pull it off and if you have time to kill