Bracket 1: Round 1, Match 4
Propaganda under the cut! Please be aware that some may contain spoilers.
Danger Mouse:
he is literally a cool mouse secret agent who lives under a postbox and fights evil and crimes, like the time his nemesis baron greenback (who is a toad) covered the entire world in custard. he has an eyepatch. cool theme song. another classic british spy parody ! DM is stoic, cool, collected (which is actually very funny in contrast to the surrounding shenanigans), and has an incompetant lil hamster sidekick called penfold (no hate, we love penfold). I also thought he was a mole until just now googling it. DM also says 'good grief' a lot and i suspect watching this show in my formative years is the reason i do too.
Lady Penelope:
Iconic International Woman of Mystery, has a hot pink Rolls Royce and impeccable fashion sense. Basically, what if Barbie was James Bond
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The Mouse
This has been sitting in my drafts since last October. I never got around to finishing and posting it. Until today. It's still a little messy but I'm throwing it out there regardless.
Prompted by this post here.
Gordon faces his worst adversary yet!
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“Penny! Help!”
Gordon’s shrills echoed throughout the house.
At first, Penelope had thought the worst; maybe he’d come across an intruder and ended up in an unfortunate situation, or that he’d injured himself trying to slide down the bannisters to one of the many staircases in her manor… again. Both options seemed plausible and neither filled her with much hope.
With those panicked thoughts she rushed out of the library and followed Gordon’s constant calls for help. Eventually she found him.
In the pantry.
On an old wooden chair.
With a broom in his hands.
“Gordon, what on earth—?”
“Be careful! It’s just gone under that cabinet there and it… There it is!”
His yell made Penny jump out of her skin.
Her eyes followed Gordon’s pointing finger until she came upon the little grey mouse, scurrying across the floor.
“Gordon.” Penelope breathed a sigh of relief, her attention back on the blonde on the chair. “I thought something terrible had happened to you. Don’t scare me like that again unless—”
“What do you mean?” His voice was a higher pitch than normal, fear laced every word he shrieked. “Something terrible did happen! I was attacked!”
“By a mouse?”
“Yes!”
Penny’s features hardened into a worried frown. “Did it bite you?”
“… No.”
Another fond, if exasperated, sigh. “Then you were hardly attacked, Gordon.”
“I thought you were rich, Pen.” He grumbled. “If you’re rich, why do you have mice scurrying around the place. Ah!”
His broom rose as the mouse darted around the legs of the chair.
“Because,” Penelope began to explain, taking the broom from Gordon and using it to hurry the mouse along and out of sight. “Old houses like these are prone to the little creatures. It’s just how it is. It will move on when it realises there’s no food for it here, which reminds me I must inform Parker so he can check the other larders and— Oh, Gordon, do get down from there before you fall and break your neck!”
Penelope stood the broom up against one of the pantry’s cupboards and offered her hand out to assist Gordon off the chair. He still seemed tense and Penelope tried not to chuckle.
“Are you sure it’s gone?”
“Quite sure, Gordon.”
His hand squeezed hers gently as he stepped onto the floor. He shivered. “Good.”
“What were you doing in here anyway?”
Gordon had one last quick look into the pantry as they exited. Satisfied he was now safe from the furry little invader, he relaxed and slung his arm over Penelope’s shoulder. “Duh, finding snacks!”
“We just had breakfast—”
“That did not count as breakfast. Geez, Pen, I know you were entertaining some uppity posh people,” his attempt at an old English accent had Penelope yet again biting back a chuckle, “but there was hardly anything on those plates! A guy’s got to eat.”
“So you thought you’d help yourself to the pantry food?”
“I thought there’d be something worthwhile in there, and I would have got away with it if it wasn’t for that dastardly rat!”
“Mouse, Gordon. It was only a mouse.”
“I could have died!”
“That’s a little overdramatic, don’t you think?”
Gordon shook his head adamantly. “Nu-uh. I could have died!”
“I’ll be sure to tell Virgil all about it.” With a gentle pat on his back, Penelope smiled a conspirator’s smile.
To which Gordon gasped, betrayed. “Don’t you dare!”
“If you ‘almost died’ I should think they’d want to know about it.”
“Do not tell Virgil…”
“I could tell John? He’d probably be better. Yes, John would be able to file it away in the systems.”
“Penny…”
“It might be important to keep on file. Heaven knows I won’t always be there to rescue you from the menaces and—!”
The rest of her playful teasing was cut off when Gordon halted midway down the hallway, pulled Penelope into him and caught her lips with his. It was a surprising move, yet one she found she’d been hopefully anticipating.
With his palms resting on her cheeks, Gordon eyes met hers when he pulled back. They were pleading. “How about we just keep it a little secret between the two of us?”
Penelope purposefully took her time to answer. His thumb swept across her cheek as he waited, surprisingly patiently.
In the end, she smiled softly. “Of course it can stay our secret.”
Gordon appeared pleased to hear her agreement.
“But, if you try to steal from my pantry again, Gordon Tracy,” Penelope continued, “I may be inclined to inform someone.”
His relief fell from his features. He couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. He arched a brow. “What if I was stealing something to bring to you?”
“Then that’s hardly stealing.”
“Noted.”
“Gordon—”
“No more talking.” He placed a finger on her lips. “I almost died and my life flashed before my eyes. so, if it’s alright with you, m’lady, I’d like to spend the rest of the morning with my favourite person.”
“I’ll be sure to fetch Sherbet for you right away.” Penelope joked once his finger released her lips.
Gordon chuckled. “You’re killing me here, Pen.”
“Funny, I thought that was the mouse…”
Their lips clashed again, effectively ending any further conversation for the foreseeable future.
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Sharing my playlists because I'm a little bitch
THE ALL TIMES
All my music playlists combined, updated often
The Bad Times
Where I put the vent/triggering songs. Possible triggers include suicide, self harm and a few more. Be sure to look at the lyrics before listening.
The Cryptid Times
Used to be The Ghost Times, but I separated it into two playlists, an upbeat version of feeling inherently inhuman and a downbeat version. This is the upbeat version
REMEMBER! REALITY IS AN ILLUSION, THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM, BUY GOLD BYE!
A combo of Cryptid Times and Ghost Times for when I can't decide. Title is my favorite quote from Bill Cypher because he is both a ghost and a cryptid, is he not?
The Good Times
First big playlist I created, used to be called the The Good Stuff. Basically all times but without vent/triggering songs
The Chill Times
Made earlier today, still being updated. Suggestions?
The Ghost Times
The downbeat version of feeling inherently inhuman. Also some songs that feel like being dead, dying, or just ghostly feelings
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