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kinkandkreep · 11 months

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Can I get a spiderman 2099x spider person reader:

where the reader is a spider woman babysitting her niece and Miguel doesn’t know how to react to the reader’s niece acting like a spider baby towards him ….?

im sorry but that image of Miguel holding baby mayday with a straight face from the screenshot is my everything 💗

Friendly Neighborhood Babysitter

♡︎ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙾'𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

♡︎ 𝙲𝚆: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 (𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 🙃)

♡︎ "__" 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

♡︎ 𝙰/𝙽: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗! 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 😭

“Roman Arabelle! Will you please get over here and sit down?”

You sigh for the umpteenth time that day, exasperated by your hyperactive niece’s antics.

Don’t mistake, you love your little niece to pieces, and you were more than willing to babysit her for your brother and sister-in-law.

You just had an expectation about how long you’d be watching your niece for, and when that time was exceeded, due to an emergency on your brother’s part, you found that both Roman and yourself were becoming more than a little antsy.

In the present moment, the little toddler only giggled and continued running around, chasing excitedly after your year old Samoyed pup Kia. The dog seemed very content to have a playmate, and seemingly encouraged Roman’s behavior by playing a version of hide and seek with her.

Throwing your head back, finally having relented and deciding that no, Roman would not be getting over to the couch and sitting down, you shut your eyes momentarily, before opening them when the doorbell sounds.

“Tee tee __, someone’s here!” Roman temporarily pauses from where she’s rubbing the upturned Kia’s stomach.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back.” Pushing yourself up from the couch, you yell out a quick “here I come” before dragging your slipper clad feet up to the front door. Looking through the peephole, you restrain an excited little squeal upon seeing who stands on the other side of the door.

It’s your boyfriend Miguel, and he appears to be holding some grocery bags.

Quickly throwing the door open, you greet him with a jovial shout of “Gigi!” before ushering him into the foyer.

The larger man smiles happily, bending down to offer you a quick peck on the lips.

“Hello, mi amor. I know you’ve been watching your sobrina and probably haven’t eaten yet, so I figured I’d bring over the ingredients for lasagna. I know you said it’s one of her favorites.”

You cooed internally, so endeared you were by your man’s thoughtfulness. You were preparing to respond, when Roman and Kia came bounding around the corner, skidding to a halt upon seeing Miguel.

“Uncle Gigi’s here!” Roman yells, excitedly bouncing on her heels. Beside her, Kia barks a single time in happy acknowledgement of the familiar man’s arrival.

“Roman, I told you to stay put.” You level the girl with a slight glare, hands propped up in fists on your hips.

Instead of heeding your words, the little girl giggles playfully, taking off into the apartment again, Kia hot on her tail.

By your side, Miguel chuckles, beginning to walk further into the apartment with you following closely behind

“Seems like you’ve been having fun,” he says once you’ve reached the kitchen. You sigh again, beginning to unpack everything from the bags Miguel brought as he grabs the utensils and things you’ll need to begin cooking.

“Yep, been havin’ a grand ole time.” The words come out sarcastic and dry, causing Miguel to laugh again.

“Normally you're ecstatic at the prospect of watching your niece. What happened this time?”

“I’ve had her for a lot longer than I usually do and I guess I’m just a little worn out. My brother’s had an emergency and said he’d be a few hours late picking her up, and I think the extra waiting time is making the both of us a little restless.”

Seemingly on cue, you felt the telltale tingling at the base of your skull, guiding you to face your little niece.

She was teetering precariously on the edge of your coffee table, Kia oddly silent and watching almost expectantly.

“Roman!” Your shout startled the girl, and she began to topple over onto Kia. You were especially thankful in that moment for your enhanced senses and speed, which allowed you to very quickly, and safely in your hurry, maneuver around your furniture and catch your niece before she crushed your pup.

“Little girl, you are going to be the death of me.” You breathed a sigh of relief, shaking your head as Roman screeched, clapping excitedly.

“Again again,” she cheered, pouting when you instead placed her on the couch.

“No, not again. Never again hopefully. Now,” you crouched, poking Roman’s chubby cheek. “If you can sit here and behave, Uncle Gigi and I will make you some lasagna. Would you like that?”

Roman cheered again, stout little arms raised high in celebration.

“Yay, sa’na!” You chuckled at her attempt to say the word.

Taking the remote, you queued up some Dora for her and made your way back into the kitchen, Kia hopping up to curl up next to your niece on the couch.

“Crisis averted?” Miguel inquired, having already begun browning the ground beef and chopping the onions.

“Crisis averted,” you replied, hoping that at least now you and Miguel could finish cooking in relative peace.

Thankfully, your hope wasn’t for naught, as for the next 10 minutes or so, you and Gigi held very pleasant conversation as you prepared your meal, the two of you moving around each other and about the kitchen effortlessly.

But, the bliss didn’t last much longer, as when you happened to glance up to check on Roman, you found the little girl to be missing.

“Good Lord, Roman!” You immediately called out for her, beginning to move away from the kitchen when you noticed something in your peripheral.

A muted shape was moving about Miguel’s body, and he apparently either didn’t notice or wasn’t bothered by it.

Turning fully, you found that the blob was actually your niece.

Your niece…was crawling over your mountain of a boyfriend like he was a jungle gym, and he seemed rather unfazed.

“Roman! Girl, get down.” You quickly moved to lift her off of him, pointedly ignoring his little chuckle.

“Roman Arabelle, you cannot climb on people, that’s rude.”

“Is it? But you climb on me all the time, muñeca.” Miguel smirked at you from over his shoulder, and despite the feeling of heat blooming in your chest, you threw him an annoyed glare.

“Shut your face O’Hara.”

The man chuckled in response, turning back to his task.

“What that mean,” your niece inquired, staring up at you quizzically as you shushed her and quickly brought her back over to the sofa.

“Nothing, just ignore Uncle Gigi.”

You made sure Dora was still on and firmly told Roman to be still, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to come over to your house anymore.

She frowned, insisting that she would be good.

Nodding, you made your way back to Miguel, the two of you speedily wrapping up your meal preparations and heading over to join Roman in the living room.

The three of you contentedly watched Dora for the 45 minutes it took the lasagna to finish cooking, Miguel and Roman actively participating with the show the entire time. It was surprising, but Miguel seemed a natural at interacting with little Roman, helping her solve the puzzles in the show, and even posing his own questions periodically.

You couldn’t help but smile at the cute scene, and you briefly imagined Miguel as a father, preferably to your own child.

The thought caused a different, giddy sort of warmth to fill your chest, and when Miguel caught you staring, he threw you a knowing wink.

After a while, the lasagna and garlic toast was ready, and you, Miguel and Roman all headed over to the dining table, happily enjoying your food, laughing and chatting all the while.

Not long after, Roman’s parents arrived, taking the tuckered-out tot and offering you many thanks, waving goodbye as they departed.

“Bye bye Tee Tee __,” Roman sleepily waved, curly haired head slotted against her mother’s neck.

“Bye bye Roman. I’ll see you later.” You waved back until the trio was gone, shutting the door and releasing a breath of relief.

Now, it was just you and “Uncle Gigi.”

When you re-entered the living room, the man was laid out on the couch, a different show having been queued up.

He smiled as you approached, making room for you to slot yourself against him.

“Slick talk earlier, O’Hara,” you pouted, playfully pinching his cheek.

“Oh come on, you walked right into that one,” he laughed, placing a teasing kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Yeah, whatever. Just not around my baby niece, got it?”

“Got it,” he replied, though you had the sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t heed your words.

The two of you continued watching the television in silence for a few minutes more, before a question from earlier popped into your mind.

“Hey Gigi, can I ask you something?”

Pausing the tv, Miguel hummed.

“Of course. Ask me anything.”

You suddenly felt a little silly, and considered just not saying anything until you looked into Miguel’s eyes.

They held a softness and vulnerability reserved only for you, and you could tell he meant it when he said you could ask him anything.

Taking a deep breath, you finally decided to speak.

“H-have you ever…thought about having kids?”

It was silent for a moment, before Miguel broke out into loud laughter.

“H-hey! It’s not funny! You know, forget I even asked.”

With a huff, you threw the blanket you’d been covered in off of yourself, fully intending to stomp away from Miguel and into your bedroom.

You were stopped by a hand wrapping itself around your wrist, effectively halting your movements.

“Wait wait, __. I’m sorry for laughing, ok?” Miguel stifled his remaining chuckles, instead standing to his full height and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Now, you want to know if I’ve ever thought about having children? Well, to answer your question, I think about it often.”

You perked up at that, raising your head to meet Miguel’s eyes.

“Really? You do?”

“I do. Especially after seeing you interact with little Roman. The desire is amplified quite a bit then.”

Miguel smiled down at you, and you could feel your heart rate increase.

“W-well, that’s good to know.” You tried not to expose how flustered you were, but Miguel’s senses weren’t so keen for no reason.

“Aw, does mi bebé want a little mini me? Fret not,” Miguel leaned forward and down, lifting your chin with his fingers, a seductive smirk playing across his lips.

“Daddy can certainly provide.”

(And if you and Miguel spent the rest of the night trying to make that very thing happen, well, it was no one’s business but yours.)

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕' 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛. 🤭 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍! 😁

Buy me a Kofi?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider person!reader

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chambers003 · 7 months

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imagine youre donna noble havin a grand old time about to get married and you come across old mate who is a bit weird anyway and then he takes you to the formation of the earth comes back and immediately kills a huge colony of talking spiders in front of you without mercy rage of a thousand suns in his eyes by draining the thames. and then he just kinda leaves you to it for a year or so and then you come across him again during some other alien invasion and you start travelling with him and then he immediately takes you to pompeii of all places where he once again kills a stack of people. talk about first impressions

#my post #doctor who #donna noble #DONT spoil me on donna #im only up to this episode #‘chambers it came out in 2008’ i was 4 years old #donna noble gets the title of ‘worst first impression of the doctor of all time’ <- knows she gets plenty of other titles like this #avoiding spoilers is great and all but yeah hypothetical second speaker in the conversation it did come out in 2008

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theomensaregood · 3 months

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Is the Good Omens video cute?

rating: cute!

look! he smilin! he look so happy… this demon is havin a grand old time

#good omens #is the go video cute?#crowley #anthony j crowley

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k1rameki · 8 months

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hes just havin a grand old time laying on the floor

honestly me too

#my art #digital artwork #fnf tabi #hes doing dandy just laying on the floor like it's nobody's business #he totally didnt just lick smth off of the ground for no reason at all nope no he didnt

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just-michelangelo · 9 months

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NANI THE SHIT

I WAS HAVIN A GRAND OLD TIME, CHECKED MY FOLLOWERS LIST FOR KICKS AND WAS IMMEDIATELY JUMPSCARED—

HELLO?????????

WHEN DID YOU GET HERE????????????????

#not a mikey #61080's captain's log #HI??#HELLO???#IM HONORED????#dies...#i do not deserve such recognition....

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opal-owl-flight · 2 years

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Day 9! Callback to the beach episode he had. Hes havin a grand old time!

#kirby #kirby fanart #magolor #opal owl’s nest #kirbtober

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lammfleisch · 7 months

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The next presscon of Johnnys and Associates is in a few hours. Japanese Media expects them to

- change their name

- Split the Company in two parts (the Talent one and one for Johnnys Victims)

- some kind of plan to prevent future assaults (which is funny because Japans Movie and Show Business is full of Pillowbusiness)

And someone at the Junior Division leaked that Takuya spoke to the new Talents/ had some kind of crisis talk with the Juniors in the company.

The whole shitshow is so big right now, it's ridiculous. Japanese media acts like Idols arent innocent anymore. Some actually wrote this in their latest articles. Imagine being r4ped by an old dude and the Media said you arent innocent anymore. Basically saying you arent a victim. Japan is a shitshow. Yahoo japan is big on those shitty hitpieces.

Production of Kyojo 3 was delayed until next year. Japanese media believes because the Sponsors have left. Takuya said its because of not havin enough time. An Grand Maison Tokyo SP is rumoured to fill the gap. The next Masquerade Movie still is scheduled to be filmed next year with a 2025 release.

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aeoki · 1 year

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Grand Slam - The Blood-Vomiting Beast: Chapter 3

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Hajime, Tomoya, Mitsuru, Tsukasa, Subaru, Souma, Adonis, Kouga, Mao, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

TL Note:

For those who are curious, in the original script, Mitsuru confuses the first part of the word “clairvoyance” with the Japanese word “to give (politely) - くれ / kure”, so he thinks he has to give someone something.

Tomoya: Uuu~... Sorry for making you all worry, “Team RhyLin”.

There’s not much time so I’ll briefly explain things. The second event for Day 1 of the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is called “Clairvoyanstar”.

Mitsuru: Cleaya? Clear? Do we have to clear something[*] ?

Hajime: Fufu. If I remember correctly, “clairvoyance” means to be able to perceive things in the future or things that are beyond normal sensory contact. I think if you directly translate it, it means a “transparent star”...?

Mitsuru: Ohh~? As expected of you, Hajime-chan! You’re so smart!

Hajime: Ehehe…♪

Kouga: Is this the time to be so calm? Anyway, “Clairvoyanstar” is a clay-shootin’ event, apparently.

You’ll have to shoot targets that are in the air with a special gun.

Points will be gained every time you hit your goal. Unlike the first event, “Meteor Impact”, it seems the scores for each team might end up being really different.

Souma: A gun, you say? It has certainly reached the point where it is no longer a sports festival.

Adonis: Clay shooting is also an Olympic event.

Focusing on the word “sports festival” might confuse things further, so it might be easier to understand if we treat it as a mix between a sports event and a variety show.

Kouga: A variety show, huh. Tch, You’re probably right ‘bout that ‘cause it looks like it’ll turn into a show with idols as the main focus.

I don’t like variety. Dammit, everyone’s motivation was practically nonexistent already, but it looks like it’s gonna keep headin’ in a negative direction.

Adonis: Fufu. Oogami, You say all those things but I’m under the impression that you’ve been doing your best all this time, though.

Mitsuru: Hmm~ hmm~? I was thinking I’d get a chance to shine since it’s the Sports Festival, but that might be difficult now because I’ve never even touched a gun before, y’know?

Adonis: I’m sure there will be other events where your abilities will shine. Take the third day, for example, it’s the “Land Category” so it’s the perfect opportunity for us in the “Track and Field Team”.

Hajime: Ah, ah, the countdown is starting. We need to choose our players quickly!

Tomoya: Huh, what a second. A few minutes to decide is way too short.

Adonis: May I volunteer as a candidate? I have some understanding of guns so I can take part.

To be honest, I don’t want to handle guns that much. It’s hard to imagine real guns appearing in such a peaceful country.

Kouga: Uh, yeah. I bet it’s just somethin’ like a toy water gun, though.

Souma: …No, I shall be the one to enter.

Martial arts is my forte. It is a school event, Adonis-dono – There is no need for you to involve yourself in an unpleasant deed.

Adonis: Kanzaki.

Kouga: Alright, then it’s decided. But Zakki~ I know you can use a katana, but can you use a gun?

Souma: I have no experience, however, in the end, they are both tools for the same goal, are they not?

Eichi: “Alright, time’s up~♪ Players taking part in the second event, “Clairvoyanstar”, please gather at the centre of the school grounds.”

“Perhaps I should rephrase that. The Emperor orders you to gather at the school grounds…♪”

Wataru: "Ahahahaha ☆ Amazing, Eichi! The most unamusing things are indeed the most amusing!”

Kouga: …Seeing the graduated students havin’ such a fun time for no reason kinda irritates me.

Tomoya: They’re in a carefree position, after all… It really is annoying to see.

A-Anyway! Kanzaki-senpai, I’ll take you up on your offer, so please take part in this event!

Souma: Understood.

Tomoya: You don’t have to overdo it, okay? I think you know after seeing how miserable I looked earlier, but the Sports Festival this year is a crazy one…!

Souma: Fufu. That, in itself, can turn out to be quite enjoyable ♪

Hajime: You’re so reliable…! Please do your best, Senpai! We’ll be cheering you on!

Mitsuru: Go, go! Souma-chan-senpai!

Souma: Right. Fufu. Your cheers are always pushing my back ♪

Tsukasa: –Oh? How unexpected. You’re the one representing your team, Kanzaki-senpai?

Souma: Is it unexpected? Since you’re part of the Archery Club, it stands to reason that you would be taking part in this event as it’s related to shooting, Suou.

Tsukasa: You’re correct. It is my forte.

I don’t intend on losing if we are simply contesting our marksmanship.

I’m sure the one in the same club as I – Actually, if we are to be using small arms, I can only pray “that person”, who is considered the best in Yumenosaki, will not take part in this event.

Souma: That person…? Who are you referring to?

Subaru: ………☆

Mao: Not you. Sit down, Subaru.

Do us a favour, will you, Yuzuru?

Yuzuru: Understood. It was not my intention to be intrusive, however, I suppose my turn has indeed come ♪

Tsukasa: T-That’s not fair! He’s a professional…!

Yuzuru: Hm? I am a professional butler.

I am also an idol at the same time. If I were to show my true character at such a pleasant school event and make the audience shrink in fear, that would truly be regrettable.

I shall take part with half the intention of playing around until the very end…♪

Souma: …………!

Tsukasa: W-Why are you unsheathing your sword, Kanzaki-senpai!? That’s not necessary for the event!

Souma: Ahh, my apologies. I sensed murderous intent, so I unsheathed it out of reflex.

Tsukasa: Good grief. I don’t intend on reprimanding you as someone younger, however, the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” will be broadcast throughout the entire country, so you should always be aware of the Camera.

Souma: Indeed. I shall heed your words.

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#grand slam

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quaranmine · 1 year

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i feel like jimmy has already forgot this is ylyl he's just havin a grand old time

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slashingdisneypasta · 8 months

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Smartass: *tying up female hostage again* Alright you sneak, you just lost ya one privilege phone call if I was ever gonna give ya one...which I won't!

Wheezy: Ya want me to stand guard, boss?

Smartass: We'll ALL stand guard! I can't risk her 'matriculatin'' one of us and gettin' loose again.

Psycho: Oh pleeeeease boss, can I hold the key to her chains, can I Can I Can I?!

Smartass: Okay Psycho, hide it where no one will ever find it!

Pyscho: *swallows the key*

Smartass: Stupid, get over here and stand guard at her right.

Stupid: *moves in entirely the wrong direction*

Smartass: No, I said her right!

Stupid: Duh, why?

Smartass: Because, I trust you more than Greasy.

Greasy: Ey!

Smartass: S'true. In this case you're too 'plierble'.

Greasy: *grumbling* No estaba haciendo nada...

Smartass: Psycho, you're here. Wheezy goes here. And you, my dear, stay right dere!

Hostage Woman: What's the use...?

Smartass: Well, call me a Monkey's Uncle, it speaks.

Stupid: Aww, she sounds purdy!

Smartass: *shoots him a look* You gonna enlighten us as to why you was runnin' from the cops, you no-good dame?

Hostage Woman: You were chasing me. I thought I was in trouble. I'm lost okay, I don't know ToonTown all that well.

Smartass: *mocking laugh* Since we chased ya downtown, now we's given you the Grand Tour!

Weasels: *laughing*

Smartass: Any requests before we book ya for misdemeanor? I'm sure dat landlord of yours is gonna be real generous with the money we get from ya!

Hostage Woman: Nobody's coming for me I'm not worth anything.

Smartass: Dat's an unwise thing to say, I'm sure you do plenty of time scrubbin' floors and soivin' martinis at whatevet back-end joint you work at.

Hostage Woman: Have you been spying on me? How much do you know?

Smartass: Just enough to blackmail someone out of his richest tenant.

Hostage Woman: I'm hardly his richest. You should have kidnapped him.

Psycho: But that's no fuuUUUUuuunn! Hehehehehehehe

Greasy: The loco is right, when else do I get to see such a beautiful woman, eh? Chu gotta boyfriend so I can kill him? *flicks switchblade*

Hostage Woman: Leave me alone...

Smartass: What are ya doin' scarin' her? Dat's my job. Now look here, dollface, if I was you I'd keep reeeeal quiet about this or you'll be leavin' dis place in a barrel. Listen to 'destructions' and maybe youse and I will be friends *extends his hand, even though hers are tied* So...mother's maiden name and richest mook in your family?

Hostage Woman: ...I don't have a family.

Stupid: Daw, what? You mean you're on your lonesome?

Hostage Woman: ...

Greasy: Tragic, eh boss?

Smartass: Not nearly as tragic as not havin' all ya digits, so start talking sweetheart because I've just a ring on your finger I like.

Hostage Woman: If you like it, you can have it.

Smartass: ...What.

Hostage Woman: Just don't take the gold one it belonged to my mother. But you can have the jewel if you let me go.

Smartass: Ohh, you're a barterer...dat's cute. No-can-do, unless ya throw in the bracelet.

Hostage Woman: Okay, done.

Smartass: What that-! Greasy, help me out here.

Greasy: Sure boss! *ahem* May I relieve you of your brassiere?

Smartass: Nevermind, stop helping.

Hostage Woman: I can give you my hat.

Wheezy: *hacks* He's not allowed no women's clothes he got banned from every department store in town.

Greasy: Ey!

Stupid: Oh yeah! For wearing the dresses!

Greasy: EY C'MON MAN, WHO TOLD YOU THAT?!

Smartass: Shaddup so I can hear myself think...*fixes woman with a hard stare* Ya know, it breaks my heart to see a woman in your position.

Greasy: It pumps mine.

Smartass: *smacks him without warning* Ya know, you could be of use to us. You know hooch don'tcha?

Hostage Woman: Sort of.

Smartass: Ya soive it don'tcha? Why don't ya help us unload some crates we got from some old buddies of ours. But whatever ya do, don't let em know Pro-her-bition ended. Dat could be real painful for us. You help us out, we help you out, maybe throw that fat cat landlord of yours into the garbage. Whaddaya say baby doll? *leans in with hand against the wall* You in?

Okay okay anon I have to say, I SWEAR!! everything you are writing for these weasels is c o m p l e t e l y canon XD It reads like Disney/WB writers actually wrote these lines, Disney/WB execs actually approved them, and Disney/WB actors actually read them !! Write down to the amount of lines each Weasel gets! (Smartass the most, then Greasy, then Psycho, and Stupid and Wjeezy get the least), and the accents and you even do Smartass' malapropisms! You're so good with them I'm so in awe XD ❤❤❤

#this work genuinly made me laugh out loud especially cuz of greasy XD #and smartass being befuddled XDD

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