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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 5 months

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Neutralised (1994): S01 E01 [1/5]

(Meant to be read like a TV show, or the description of a TV show)

Warnings: Shitty writing (I'm rusty on television writing), death & dead bodies, 90s fashion decisions (can you tell I don't know what to mention), misunderstandings & perceived abuse, cheesy nicknames, violence & Swearing.

2000 ish words. Please tell me if you want to be tagged.

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The scene opens on a graveyard at dawn, a figure holds a shovel and attempts to dig, but the ground is too cold and hard. Next to him is a completely black golf-cart type vehicle.

A small subtitle appears at the bottom of the screen, it reads 'January 1st 1994, Chicago, Illinois'.

As the camera gets closer to the figure we can see them in more detail, blonde hair and glasses wearing a denim shirt and jeans under a dark brown winter coat, along with black boots, the faint hint of stubble colours his jawline in a tint of gold. This is Caleb 'Cal' willow, head grave-digger, 32 years old, British-American, six-foot tall and good-looking even though he doesn't wish to be anyone's eye-candy.

The figure (Cal) stops, leaving the shovel standing straight up in the frozen ground as he leans on it and looks towards something off-camera.

The camera shifts to behind the man in denim and we see truck, a beat-up, old, purple, 1989 Ford F-150.

The shot gets closer and the couple in the car are suddenly clearer.

The man in the driver's seat is hefty and has a smug smirk on his face, his leather jacket covers a stained off-white tank-top, a baseball cap covers most of his curly brown hair, except for the week-old beard and puts his blue eyes in shadow. This is Lance Carter, an electrician, 30 years old, originally from Mississippi, six-foot-two and a former college athlete.

"You gotta stop trippin' over yer feet, Mona." He grumbles as he leans over to kiss the woman.

The woman, 'Mona' is paler than her lover, light blonde hair, styled into bangs and a ponytail, and bright blue eyes contrast with her black painted lips and dark crimson eyeshadow, her red V-neck sweater vest and black long-sleeve shirt show a hint of cleavage and a black heart necklace. Her bangs barely hide a poorly covered bruise from that earlier morning. This is Monday 'Mona' Duke, the youngest grave-digger, 26 years old, born and raised in Eloia, five-foot-one and deceptively lean.

"I'll try not to, my Lancelot. I'ma go hand Cal his coffee, I love you and I'll see you later." Mona whispers, kissing his cheek and pulling away to get out of the truck.

Mona takes a set of three paper cups and a black satchel bag with her, the camera shifts to show her walking, with a slight but noticeable limp on her right side, towards Cal, his figure standing in the graveyard, and we see she's wearing black cargo pants and black heavy boots with inch-thick platforms on the bottom.

"Bram not here yet?" She calls as she walks over.

"Not yet, Mona, waiting for the call to say he's got religious reasons." Cal breathes out a cloud as he sighs, happily taking a cup from his female co-worker.

"We should have taken today off, but then again, you don't care about New Year's Day, and I don't want to be in the same apartment as my dumbass boyfriend."

"Go send Prince Charming away then, Princess." Cal chuckles softly.

Mona jogs back to the car, which isn't easy with her limp being made worse by the freezing weather.

"Lance, I'm at work now, you can leave."

Lance leans out of the window to kiss Mona, when they pull away a man can be seen between them, about six feet from the car.

The man is tall, broad shoulders with a black trench-coat draped over them, his pale blue jumper clashes slightly with the dark green colour of his trousers, and the maroon brown shade of his boots. His curly black hair comes to rest just above his dark brown eyes and aquiline nose, his scowling lips are framed by a neatly trimmed goatee. This is Abraham 'Bram' Machado, the tallest grave-digger, 30 years old, born and raised in Idaho, six-foot-three and easily angered.

He glares at Lance as the man drives away, his rage vanishes as he looks at Mona.

"Morning, Mona, sorry I'm late Cal… car troubles." The tallest member of the trio nervously explains, gesturing to his car parked neatly in its place, the only hint of damage is a cracked passenger window.

"Lateness I expect from Mona, not from you, Bram." Cal huffs as he once again tries to dig the frozen dirt.

Mona limps a couple paces before sitting in the black golf-cart.

"Are you doing okay, Mona?" Bram raises an eyebrow in concern, taking a swig from the final cup of coffee to hide the scowl on his lips.

She nods, taking a sip from her coffee before she turns to scan across the graveyard, her eyes widen when she spots something.

Cal gestures for Bram to put his drink down and focus on the work. Bram nods but stares at Mona as he continues working.

"Excuse me, sir," Mona starts walking towards a slumped figure, "you can't sleep out here, you'll catch your demise, mister?" She pokes the figure with her foot, dropping down to check their pulse.

Cal and Bram stop and silently watch as Mona slowly stands and starts carefully walking backwards towards them.

"Monday, are you alright?" Cal's voice waivers slightly as he starts to realise what the lady grave-digger has seen.

"Monday, come here, you shouldn't look at that. Mona, Mona come here." Bram pulls Mona towards him, making her squeak as her smaller frame collides with his chest, he shields her body with his.

Cal grabs his phone from his back pocket and dials a number, the scene starts to fade out as Cal says, "Hey, Boss…"

The next scene fades in, an office, cramped and claustrophobic.

An older gentleman, his black hair balding, short of both stature and temper, wearing an all black suit more at home in the 70s, along with black leather gloves on his hands. He sits at an old wooden desk and shakes his head as he grabs a small pile of paperwork.

"These are your witness reports," He looks at the trio, annoyed at them, "I'm not letting you three get off of work just because you found a body. Miss Duke, shift's over, I'll see you later. Out." The older man, Mr Mortimer according to the name plaque on his desk, grumbles in an Italian accent, waving the three grave-diggers out of his tiny office.

They step out into a larger room, past a young black man sitting with his feet on his desk reading 'Funeral Monthly', and through another door into what almost looks like a gothic hotel lobby. At the desk sits a larger, blond gentleman, downing an energy drink with an obvious 'I don't want to be here' attitude.

Cal strikes up a conversation with him with a casual, "Hey, King." Then the conversation fades into background noise.

"Hey, Monday… Are, are you sure you're okay, Mona?" Bram whispers as he sits down with her on one of the benches in the lobby.

"Yeah I'm fine, Bram, it's nothing I haven't seen before," She shrugs, "Lance should be here soon to take me to the café anyway." Mona's voice is a mile a minute, it's clear that this is just how she talks, fast-paced with little time to relax, as is her lifestyle.

But at the mention of Lance, Bram's soft, caring smile drops, replaced with a scowl full of hate as he hunkers down, placing his forearms against his thighs, he glares at the entrance and his jaw clenches tight, hands already balled into fists.

He's shaken from the mist of blind anger by Mona gently patting his shoulder as a gesture of thanks.

Mona heads outside, lighting up a cigarette as Bram stands, stopping himself from following her, he waits for Cal to leave first.

Bram glares at Lance as Mona kisses her boyfriend and leaves with him, Bram continues glaring until he can't see the truck anymore.

"Drop the glare, we have work to do. You can fight him when Mona isn't around him," Cal nudges Bram's arm, "c'mon Romeo."

The two men climb into the golf-cart and head back to the grave they were digging.

Meanwhile, Mona and Lance share an awkward moment of silence before Lance huffs a hefty sigh.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" He grumbles.

"What? The dead frozen guy?" Mona raises an eyebrow at the gruff tone of her boyfriend's voice.

"No, Mona. Are we gonna talk about him, the tall guy you work with?"

"Bram? What about him?" She shrugs, not understanding the question.

"He glares at me, every time I drop you off or pick you up. Hell, Mona, he glares at me when I visit you at work."

"He's just protective, it's not every day that someone shows up with bruises and a limp."

Mona checks her hairline in a compact mirror, showing the bruises, which can't be older than a week or less, she attempts to cover them with makeup and fixes her bangs to hide them again.

"I know that, but it's every time, not just today." Lance slams hard on the horn and silently mouths a couple curse words at another driver.

Mona jumps at the noise of the horn, Lance notices and takes her hand to press a reassuring kiss to the back of her palm.

"I didn't realise that, Lancelot, but pay him no attention. I'm your girl, not his." Mona whispers as Lance parks the truck.

As soon as Mona steps out of the truck, the back door of the café swings open and a young man, in white clothes and an apron, with jet black hair comes rushing out, stopping when he sees Mona and rushing over to hug her.

"Fry, down baby brother, down." Mona chuckles softly.

Fry puts his hands up and takes a step back, "Estelle's here. She's mad at Angelo."

"Why's she mad at Angelo for?"

As Mona steps through the door the camera follows her and when it swings back the screen goes black.

The scene fades back and the camera raises diagonally out of the grave Cal and Bram have been digging. Cal and Bram have both ditched their jackets by this point, Cal's denim shirt has sweat stains in the armpits. Bram is in the process of taking his jumper off, revealing a long-sleeved beige undershirt and suspenders.

"So, what's the deal with you and Mona?" Cal asks, watching as Bram's shoulders drop as he sighs.

"The deal with me and Monday," Bram murmurs as he places his jumper in the cart, "From the day she got hired, I thought me and her would be friends, or maybe more, but she doesn't see me in that way. If she truly wants Lance, then the lord better fix him fast." Bram grumbles as he avoids looking Cal in the eyes.

Cal goes to speak, falling silent as both men look towards the sound of tires screeching to a halt.

Lance's truck pulls up beside the row of headstones, the driver's side door swings open and he steps out, scowling as he looks at Cal and Bram.

The passenger door swings open and a young, golden haired man in a dark blue security uniform steps out and rushes over to Lance's side. The name tag on his chest reads 'Kane Carter'. This is Kane 'K.C' Carter, the day-shift security guard, 27 years old, the younger brother of Lance, five-foot-nine and a man who is usually late due to being a heavy sleeper.

"Piss off, Kane." Lance growls, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the seat before slamming the car door.

"Lance, don't. Think about what Monday would want." K.C tries to push his brother towards the car as Lance storms towards the grave-diggers.

"Don't you dare." Cal whispers as he pries Bram's hand off the shovel, chucking both potential weapons in the back of the cart.

Bram stands his ground, glaring daggers at Lance as the, slightly shorter, tall man advances.

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cursed-clock-shop · 1 year

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Small appreciation for the fact that the whole Fail Family has different nicknames for Mortimer Mortimer and he accepts all of them without question.

But everytime he tries to nickname one of them back it goes poorly.

#failure: a love story #failure a love story #mortimer mortimer #john n fail #jenny june fail #gerty fail #nelly fail #mort mort #morty #mr mortimer #mortimer #nell #gertrude not gerty #autism

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churrothezanyrabbit · 4 months

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I FORGOT TO POST THIS AUGH

COLOR SWAP WITH SLICKER AND YAN. MORT

tw slight s/h scars

THEY’RE SO CUTE

shush yes i have a trans hc for slicker shut yes he has boobies

#yandere! mortimer #mortimer mouse #mr. slicker #mortimer #my art <3 #my babies #the sillies #we need to give mortimer more praise #same with slicker

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trans-rockstar · 1 month

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finished this last night, just didn't have time to post it, but here's the second one of these!!!

#jekyll fortnite #mr sinnett #robert lanyon #the glass scientists #adam hazbin hotel #mortimer mouse #regretevator gregoriah

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ha-cha-cha · 13 days

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Mortimer doodles I made about 3 weeks ago as my first time practicing drawing him

#mortimer mouse #mickey mouse #disney #house of mouse #mickey mouse comics #mr. slicker #first non-shitpost!#Is mr slicker a version of mortimer? No idea #But i still love his design

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madebysimblr · 5 months

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[Gemma still singing off key] d-doWnTown, whERE the GUys are dRIPS

Mr. Mortimer: Cut.

Diamond: No-no wait! Just let her get into it!

Mr. Mortimer: Nope. You clearly just give her the lead because she's your daughter. She can be in the ensemble if she can learn a part. Says here the understudy for Audrey is a Sorella Cortes? Where is she?

Sorella: Uh, Mr. Mortimer, I'm Sorella.

Mr. Mortimer: Ah, well I know you sing well in a group. Mind picking up where Gemma left off?

Gemma: This is ABSOLUTELY ridiculous!

Mr. Mortimer: Quite the opposite. You can still be in the show, just as a background dancer perhaps.

Gemma: No way, either I'm the lead or I'm OUT.

Mr. Mortimer: Then you're out. Miss Cortes, if you wouldn't mind.

[Sorella singing like an angel lol suck it gemma] Downtown, where they rip your slips…. Downtown, where relationships are no goooo~ Down on Skid Row...

Mr. Mortimer: Excellent. Clearly you're our Audrey. Let's continue with the rest of Act 1. Hopefully we'll be able to stick to opening night!

#simblr #ts4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #cortes legacy #gen 4 #gemma #sorella #mr. mortimer #anita #diamond #mary #BYE GEMMA #at least from the musical lol #also past singing sorella is more correct in her stance #according to 1 (one) bootleg of kerry butler i've seen singing this #gemma is 2 much

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dalia1784 · 9 months

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I don't know what or where this convention is being held but I wanna go!!🤣

#disney #beagle boys #kat nipp #sylvester shyster #eli squinch #pete #emile eagle #mr. slicker #mortimer mouse #disney villains

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bryanvegaslash · 1 month

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Vegaslash's Tournament of Champions!!!

Week 8 ( First Rounds )

The Ultimate Winner of the Tournament will receive an Illustration made by me.

Check the Twitter link bellow to cast your vote:

Ness VS Razputin ( Psycho Bound )

Yu Narukami VS Aiba ( Midnight Sleuth )

Mortimer Mouse VS Waluigi ( Lanky Rivals )

Mei-Ling Zhou VS Mr. Freeze ( Warm Hearts of Ice )

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no-side-us · 8 months

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Letters From Watson Liveblog - Sep. 15

The Devil's Foot, Part 3 of 3

So Mortimer poison-gassed his siblings, for presumably monetary reasons. Looking back at his behavior in the first letter, it's neat to see his anxious behavior re-contextualized to something more sinister.

Holmes has already proven himself to be excellent at sneaking and following people. The fact he did it to some big-game hunter just makes it even more impressive.

Holmes has been called much worse by too many people for something as small as the devil to ever be considered an insult. And I also appreciate Watson for recognizing that fact.

That's two stories in a row now decrying the state of English divorce laws. But The Abbey Grange was first published in 1904, while this story was published in 1910. So unfortunately I guess not much changed in those six years.

There's the devil's foot! It's an exotic poison of some kind, which is par for the course for Sherlock Holmes mysteries. For some reason, my memory of this story involved there being an actual devil's footprint somewhere that had to be parsed out. I don't know where I got that from.

On one hand I get it, you don't want to make a bad impression on your lover's brother. And I'm sure in Sterndale's mind the last person Mortimer would hurt would be his own sister.

On the other hand, someone asking for the specific and necessary ways to use a poison should surely set off some red flags. If it weren't his siblings, Sterndale should have realized that someone was going to get hurt.

And that's also two stories in a row where Holmes just lets the killer go, both wherein said killer was fueled by their love for a woman. But again, I think that's kind of par for the course for Sherlock Holmes mysteries.

Man, imagine if Watson was hurt in some way and Holmes almost lashes out in anger and revenge for it. That sure would be something.

All in all, a great story. So good that Conan Doyle himself named it his ninth favorite of his top twelve Holmes stories, calling it "grim and new," which is pretty apt.

The Dancing Men next. Yay!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

#letters from watson #the devils foot #sherlock holmes #john h watson #leon sterndale #mortimer tregennis #mr roundhay #brenda tregennis #arthur conan doyle #liveblogging sherlock holmes

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churrothezanyrabbit · 4 months

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DANGIT NOT AGAIN I KEEP DRAWING THIS STUPID CRACKSHIP

WHY

#IM GOING INSANE #yandere! mortimer #mr. slicker

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maddymoreau · 4 months

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Live-Blogging Fallout New Vegas Part 2

Part One: https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/738944610851864576/i-spent-a-majority-of-my-time-exploring-the-top

┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ I wasn't planning to work on the Wild Card Quest yet but accidentally accomplished part of it today when entering the White Glove Society. After hearing Benny's distain and Yes Man's description of it I was VERY curious to see what it was like.

Upon entering I met a man named Heck Gunderson who not only controls the meat market but was also looking for his missing son (named Ted). I offered to help him and began investing (o´▽`o)ﾉ!

( ＾◡＾) After speaking with Majorie the head of the White Glove Society I learned A LOT!!! There's rumors that the White Glove Society consumes human meat. Something Majorie vehemently denies. She also mentions a Private Investigator who is staying there and is looking for a missing woman 👀

Majorie also denies the WGS being involved in that.

She even advises me that I go speak with Mortimer the maître d' AKA her assistant. To give me access to the Private Investigator's room. Upon speaking with Mortimer I'm able to use speech to get him to admit to his involvement in Ted's disappearance and his cannibalism. Lying that I'm interested as well he gives me Ted's location and the key to the PI's room.

(╭ರ_•́) I entered the Private Investigator's room while using my last stealth boy, I grabbed the information I needed and slipped away before security could find me. It revealed he was meeting an informant at 4PM in the steam room.

At the steam room I met Chauncey an employee who revealed he helped in that woman's disappearance and provided me with info before being murdered by an assassin ( ҂` ﾛ ´)︻デ═一＼(º □ º l|l)/!!

Not wanting to get in the cross fire I slipped away then headed the kitchen area. After lying to security I THEN MENTALLY TORTURED THE HEAD CHEF NAMED PHILIPPE.

(⚆ _ ⚆) I'm not kidding. I made him remember his traumatic childhood, lied that I'd publish his cookbook and then told him I saw a radroach in his kitchen!!! All just to get him to leave.

I then prepared the recipe he had been working on, imitation human meat. While the food was being served I broke Ted out and snuck us into the party.

Mortimer wanted to trick, blackmail and manipulate the White Glove Society into eating human meat again.

However after his grand speech I revealed the truth. No one had eaten human meat that night. Mortimer then fled, I was able to stop the cannibalism situation and returned Heck's son. Along with convincing him to still do business with the White Glove Society.

Cannot tell you how many times I had to redo this Quest (even while following a guide). TED WAS SO UNGRATEFUL AND ANNOYING!!! Look what he says after being returned to his father!

Ted Gunderson: "iF YoU KNeW wHat YoU WEre dOIng I cOUld'VE BeEN oUT oF THEre HOurS AgO."

(ง ื▿ ื)ว After all that I reported to YES MAN!!!!

Majorie SUCKS just as much as Mortimer but at least she doesn't eat humans. The White Glove Society is a bunch of egotistical jerks but if they're not causing any actual harm to the people (outside overcharging for their drinks) then they can temporarily stay.

I THINK ABOUT THIS PRIOR CONVERSATION BETWEN YESMAN AND MY COURIER SO MUCH!!!

Courier: "So I should ask these tribes if they'll support an Independent Vegas?"

Yes Man: "Oh no, I didn't mean that! Who needs their support? The Securitrons will be all the support you need! What I meant is, you should get to know these tribes and decide which ones you like and which you don't! You know - shape the future of Vegas! Choose your neighbors! If you like a tribe, leave it alone! Or if a tribe is nasty or going to be a problem - go ahead and exterminate it! It's whatever you want to do!"

She's focused on evaluating who is and isn't best for her ideal New Vegas and the Securitrons. Hearing Yes Man say, "The Securitrons will be all the support you need!" makes her giddy 🥴. However she also wants to support them through her good leadership skills. After all she's CONSTANTLY criticizing the NCR and doesn't want to end up like them.

She also doesn't want to end up like Mr. House. His poor leadership let Benny easily betray him and cannibalism exist within New Vegas. HELL LEGION MEMBERS HAVE EASILY ENTERED THE STRIP!!!

#I’M NOT KIDDING WHEN I SAY MR. HOUSE EASILY COULD’VE GOTTEN MY COURIER TO BE HIS DOG.#All he had to do was three things.#1. Use her emotional attachment with Victor and the Securitrons against her.#2. Keep her out of Benny's apartment so she doesn't meet Yes Man.#3. Treat her kinder and make her feel like she's not disposable.#THAT’S ALL HE HAD TO DO YET HE STILL MESSED UP!!!#Also I did end up killing that assassin before returning Ted to his father.#My sneak is GARABGE right now so I had zero of my weapons but luckily Mortimer gave me a cattle prod which I used to defend myself.#MadisonPlaysFalloutNewVegas #Long Post #Long Text #Fallout New Vegas Spoiler #Fallout Spoiler #I'm getting more and more descriptive with these live blogs because I want to keep track of it for my self insert's lore anfdka;dckl #THIS QUEST TOOK SO LOONNNGGGGG!!!!!#I HAD TO REDO IT SO MANY TIMES TO GET THE EXACT RESULTS I WANTED!!!!#I WROTE HOW IT ALL LAID OUT IN MY SAVE FILE BUT REALISTICALLY I FAILED + DIED AND HAD REDO THIS LIKE 30 TIMES!!!!#I LOVE BEING CRINGE IN MAIN RAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

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houseofmouselove100 · 7 months

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It's girls' night at House of Mouse and Minnie, Daisy and Clarabelle are in charge of the club

It's night for all the ladies, girls and females who are princesses, villains, damsels, companions in adventure and battle, protagonists, animals and ect

Mortimer arrived at the club, he should understand that the night is only for ladies, not men

Mickey, Goofy and Donald go bowling

The only men left are Mike the microphone, the waiter penguins, Horace and Max

In music are Daisy's nieces April, May and June

#house of mouse #the house of mouse #disney #belle beauty and the beast #mrs potts #flora fauna and merryweather #aurora sleepy beauty #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #goofy goof #donald duck #april may and june #The caseyettes #reclutan dragon #mortimer mouse

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