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callmecarnage · 16 days
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So I did a thing-
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ticklykitty216 · 1 year
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Eyy I haven't seen much content from ya, so assuming you still have requests open... maybe legit anything with Colette as a lee/ler?
(Ohohoho man, Colette my beloved, I have forgotten how much I love your weird fangirl mannerisms)
(This is a sort of pseudo-sequel to my first fic (the one with Byron and Edgar) but this can be read as a stand alone fic as well)
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There was nothing Colette loved more than collecting info on her favorite brawler, which was basically everyone. She knew when everyones birthdays were, knew their favorite colors, and where every brawler tended to hangout at. This info would come in handy when she wanted to meet up with one of them or to ‘add a souvenir’ to her collection.
Ever since Colette, Edgar and Byron had moved in together she had learned all the weird little quirks and habits of the others, like how Byron hated people making food for him, or the way Edgar would pick at the studs on his belt when he wasn’t paying attention to what people we saying to him, but there were still things sh learned about the them,or more specifically Edgar.
Colette spent a lot of time with Edgar. Both inside the house and while at work. Colette loved spending time with Edgar, though he would object to her anytime she suggested hanging out, though Colette never took it personally, he was generally rough around the edges. But from the times that they’d hung out she’d always learn something about him, and then she’d write it down in the scrapbook of hers.
The scrapbook. Colette’s pride and joy. It held everything she held dear to her in it; autographs, pictures, her ‘souvenirs’ (that were often disgusting, like Bibi’s gum and Leon’s lollipop stick) and of course, brawler trivia and facts. She was always adding to a brawlers fact page, there was so much to learn, and when you spend enough time with someone you learn embarrassing facts about them.
Like how deathly ticklish your emo roommate and coworker is.
She had suspected early on that the boy was ticklish. The way he would flinch away from certain touches and the little noises he’d make when her hands would brush against his sides when she’d given him surprise hugs, she’d never had the time to test her theory, but now was the perfect time.
Currently Colette and Edgar were in their shared house, Byron was out brawling in a Heist event and wouldn’t be back for at least 5 more hours (had Colette’s math been correct given his recent win rates). They were both vibing in the living room, Edgar was laying on their couch scrolling through his phone and Colette sat on the opposite end of said couch, currently scribbling in her scrapbook with her knees pulled up to her chest (using them to prop up said book). Colette was currently doodling a semi-crude picture of Edgar in her scrapbook, and was labeling certain parts of his body, she was going to figure out where he was ticklish, she just had to figure out how she was going to make it happen.
Colette idly flipped through her scrapbook as she thought of how she would do this, “Hey Edgar, did you hear that Emz’s birthday is coming up?” Colette said casually and Edgar hummed “Yeah, she’s been posting about it on her Insta.” Edgar said bluntly. “Do you plan to get her anything for her birthday?” Colette asked and looked at her edgy roommate, “Eh, probably not…” Edgar said, still looking at his phone, Colette lightly gasped “Why not?! I thought you two were friends?!” she yelled and Edgar finally looked at her “We’re not friends. Just cuz we have similar interests doesn’t mean we’re close.” Edgar said flatly. Colette feigned a sad look and whimpered “If you and Emz aren’t friends then… What are we?” Colette said and now moved to sit on her legs, scrapbook now on the arm of the couch and her arms were brought up to her chests, making puppy eyes at Edgar.
Edgar rolled his eyes with a huff “We’re… acquaintances…” Edgar said and looked away, Colette gasped and reeled back “ACQUAINTANCES?! Edgar, you wound me!!” Colette cried before she leaned forward again, Edgar put his hands up defensively “We work together and we brawl together, but other than that I wouldn’t say we’re close!” “Edgar, we LIVE together!” Colette said “We also live with Byron!” he shot back. “We hang out all the time! We’re technically hanging out right now!” Colette argued, “I mean, it’s more like we’re coexisting in the same room…” Edgar mumbled “Same difference!” Colette said.
“Why are you so hung up about this?” Edgar asked and Colette scoffed, “Well with how much we spend time together it hurts to know you don’t consider me a friend!” Colette said and idly slapped the tops of her thighs and looked away. “Alright, despite the fact that we spend SOOOO much time together, I know nothing about you.” Edgar said and crossed his arms, Colette tilted her head “How could you not know anything about me? I tell you stuff about me all the time!” Colette said and moved closer to him “No you don’t, you always talk about the others!” Edgar said and Colette rolled her eyes “I also talk about myself! And I talk about you too!” she said and Edgar raised an eyebrow “Oh? And what do you know?” Edgar said with suspicion.
 “Well, I know your birthday, favorite color, favorite food, I know you like a certain brand of nail polish cause it doesn’t chip easily, I know you don’t like working late shifts because it messes up your parkour routine-” Colette said moving closer to Edgar, he seemed to notice and tried to back up against the couch “I also know you don’t like when people criticize your technics because now one else does parkour like you do.” Colette said and pinned Edgar to the couch “Get off! I may not know much about you but I know you’re crazy!” Edgar said and Colette huffed and smiled. “There’s one other thing I know about you.” Colette said and smirked and Edgar gulped nervously “And what’s that?” he asked. Colette had this downright evil look on her face as she leaned close to Edgar.
“I know you’re ticklish~” Colette whispered to him and Edgar paled. 
For a few moments the world seemed frozen as Edgar sweat bullets beneath his coworker before after what seemed like eternity, Edgar’s scarf moved first. His scarf moved out and pushed against Colette's face as he used his arms to grab the sides of the couch to pull himself away “Hey! Where are you going?!” Colette said and grabbed his scarf and moved them out of her way “Get away from me!” Edgar yelped and tried to flop off the couch but Colette was faster, she expected this to happen.
Colette had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back onto the couch and straddled his hips, and in one swift motion managed to get his scarf off with little resistance (she wondered if his scarf had allowed her to do that?)  “I know you’re ticklish, I just don’t know where. That’s what we’re going to find out!” Colette said excitedly as she rolled up her sleeves and wiggled her fingers down at the emo boy and his face flushed. “No! Nononono- Get off of mehehe!” Edgar giggle and grabbed Colette’s wrists to keep them away, she giggled herself and fought against Edgar’s strength, her hands slowly descended downwards towards his sides “Gee Edgar, I haven’t even touched you and you’re already giggling, you must be really ticklish if this is just getting to you!” Colette teased and his face flushed brighter as he was fighting back against her wiggling fingers “Shuhut up!” he growled out, and became more panicked as her hands were now just inches above his sides.
Colette started to wiggle her fingers more and pushed against his hands “You can’t fight this forever!~” Colette cooed and with one sudden push her fingers made contact with his clothed sides and Edgar choked. He spluttered and kicked his legs out before a laugh left him and he shook his head “COHOHOHOLETTE NOHOHO!!” Edgar cackled. Colette gasped and squealed down at him “Aaaw Edgar! Your laugh is so cute!!” Colette gushed as she skittered her fingers up and down the boy's sides “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Edgar wailed as he still tried to push against her hands, “NAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IT OHOHOFF!!” Edgar laughed and tried to shake Colette off “No way! We’re just getting started my dear acquaintance!” Colette said with a mischievous smile and Edgar made a noise akin to a growl. Colette’s fingers were fast and precise, trying to figure out what made Edgar laugh the hardest, “Gee, I wonder just ticklish you are…” Colette said as her fingers suddenly darted across the top of his stomach and Edgar howled “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar shrieked and Colette giggled “Why not here? Too tickle tickle ticklish for you to handle?~” Colette teased as one hand tickled his lower belly while the other went to his ribs.
Edgar shook his head violently and started to thrash side to side, anything to try and get this maniac off of him, “COHOHOHOLETTE PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!!” Edgar wheezed, “Oh but Edgar! I can’t stop now! I’ve never seen you smile or laugh like this before!” Colette said as she scribbled between the boys ribs “NAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAHAHA!! WHEHEHEHEN THIHIHIS IS OHOHOVER YOHOHOU ARE SOHO DEAHAHAD!!” Edgar threatened and Colette rolled her eyes “Oh don’t be like that! I know you like it!~” she teased.
Colette looked at Edgar and studied his reactions before she got a nasty little idea, she had never really seen him without his scarf on, “I wonder…” Colette said out loud as she suddenly shot her right hand to Edgar’s neck and spidered against the sensitive flesh. Edgar’s eyes boggled in his head and he let out a very girly shriek that, Colette would admit, hurt her ears before his laughter hiked up 10 octaves, “NOHOHOHO NONONO NOHOHO STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PL-PLEHEHEASE!!!” Edgar howled and Colette leaned closer “Jackpot! Seems I’ve found a good spot huh?” Colette asked.
Edgar could no longer get a cohesive word out as he laughed and laughed, tears were streaming down his face and his face was so red it would put a tomato to shame. Colette continued her assault until she felt Edgar slow his fighting down “P-PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!! UHUHUHUNCLE! UHUHUNCLE!!” Edgar begged as he dared to look up at his coworker. Colette slowed her assault on the boy's neck, and brought her hands back down to his sides, but her movements were now more sluggish and slow, giving him a small break from the more intense tickles she’d unleashed on him. “Oh Edgar, what am I going to do with you?” Colette asked and shook her head with a little huff. Edgar still laughed and giggled as Colette's fingers moved slowly over his ribs down to his sides and over his belly, “Stohohohohop ihihihit!” he giggled and finally managed to swat her hands away from him.
“Oh fine, I’ll stop.” Colette said with a sigh of defeat and hung her head slightly, she stole a look at her coworker and smiled at him, he looked so cute like this, and she giggled at him. Edgar gasped and wheezed for air and glared at the girl perched on top of him “Whahahahat ahahare yohohou looking ahahat?” Edgar asked and Colette smiled sweetly at him “You silly!” she said and tilted her head “You looked like you were having fun laughing your little head off like that!” she chirped at him and Edgar wrapped his arms around his middle “Nohoho I wahahasn’t!!” he said defensively and Colette brought her hand up to her mouth “Yes you were!” she said with a smirk “Cause if you weren’t, then you wouldn’t have been laughing! Duh!” she finished.
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It was late at night as Colette colored in her scrapbook. She giggled to herself as she colored in the crude drawing of Edgar with a red colored pencil and then wrote with her pen “VERY TICKLISH” at an arrow pointing at Edgar’s neck. She sighed as she looked at the picture “Shame I didn’t get to tickle his lower half, oh well, I’ll just have to do it some other time!” Colette said as she closed her scrapbook, as she moved across her room, which was littered with plush and crumpled up pieces of paper, she passed by the mirror and stood in front of it. Her hand ghosted over her left eye which now sported a large bruise over it, “I’ll certainly be getting revenge for this, don’t you worry my dear friend!” she laughed. 
She couldn't stay mad at Edgar for punching her, she admitted that she deserved it, but still, it would fuel her up for a little revenge against him, Colette turned and as she moved away from the mirror and flopped on her bed, exhausted from today's events, and was already planning her next attack against her moody ‘friend’.
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(OWO? POSSIBLE SEQUEL IN THE FUTURE??)
(Maybe, if this motivation keeps up!)
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farfaripol · 29 days
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LEE! CHESTER ALLERT!!!!
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Do you see these stripes on his body? Who painted it? And did it tickle? These are the questions I asked myself when I saw his new skin
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AND I DRAWED THIS ART. IF I'M ASKING FORGIVENESS FOR ANYTHING I DON'T KNOW IT'S SIMPLY THIS IS THE SAME WELL AHSJAKLA..?
kill me please
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dollytraiter07 · 6 months
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Bullying is strictly forbidden in Brawl Academy
Although tickling may not be considered bullying...
A trade with https://twitter.com/JeckPakerson?t=w0WiQ6r8syjAwWTCfKkxsA&s=09
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anniektheyoutuber · 3 months
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Rate 8-bit's blink :3
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That what happens when Mandy has enough of Chester's mischiefs~
Also the scenario was inspired by this funny moment at the end of their reveal trailer XD
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Fun Fact: This was the FIRST EVER artwork I did of them but forgot to post it cause I'm a dummy =~="
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themotherofblood · 10 months
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On dancer reader, can we have some motherly moment between reader, Baela and Rhaena, with a little Daemon participation, please? (would love to read something about their relationship)
yes!! I love this idea, this is a little blurby. Also Daemon being a total girl dad!!
Masterlist | part one | part 2
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There wasn’t a scarcity of children in the Old Palace, all your half sinblings, step siblings and even cousins filled every extravagant room the palace had to offer. Luckily, Daemon and your quarters were rather secluded, spacious marble floored rooms over looking The Sunset Sea, the orange hue of the dusk painted your chambers every evening.
This particular evening, Daemon had taken Baela dragon riding. Moondancer had finally grown large enough to be saddled, a shiny purple leather saddle with a gold moon pendant was worn by the young creature. The curtesy of his niece Rhaenyra, she gifted Daemon and by extension you, a clutch of eggs, four magnificently coloured orbs for the babe within you and the many more to come.
You had lounged out at the Mirrored Palace with your family, some painting away with the newest oil colours from Bravos, the others brawled with each other as you embroidered away a red tunic with gold threads. You hadn’t noticed until the hour of crow that Rhaena wasn’t amongst you. You excused yourself, trailing away at the gardens to find the little white haired beauty, instead you found her handmaidens who told you she was in her chambers.
“Rhaena?” You called out, her small frame sat by the lit hearth that held her egg for over a year now, and many more years elsewhere. You huffed, holding onto the chaise rests to lower yourself onto it. “What’s wrong darling?” You pet her head.
“I- I wonder if the egg for my sister would hatch,” she sulked, you knew this to be a sensitive subject for her, she placed her egg down and looked up at you apologetically for her abruptness. Both girls had firmly decided that the child within you would be a girl and then proceeded to pick an egg from the four Rhaenyra had sent.
“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you smiled at her, patting the space next to you for her to sit as she cradled her egg. “I do not know much of dragons, I don’t understand it like you do, your father does.” You hugged your arms around her.
“What I do know is, the dragons do not make you who you are,” you stated, a truth you understood about your husband. Caraxes a mere extension of who he was and the fire within him.
“Father seems to think otherwise, everyone in our bloodline has one,” Rhaena pouted as she rest her head against your shoulder “even mother did.”
“That isn’t true, Rhaena,” you cooed “your father wants nothing more than to help you claim one some day, should you ask him he will tell you all the same.”
“Then why doesn’t he?” she questioned, her purple eyes filled with moisture, her bottom lip jutted out and darkened cheeks heated.
“kesrio syt iksā tolī byka,” Daemon’s voice rumbled from behind you, he stood leaning against the posts of the veranda, still in his riding clothes as he approached Rhaena. You are too little.
Rhaena appeared sheepish as she made space for Daemon before plopping herself onto his lap. “I’d rather you be little, chubby and alive rather than a dragon rider. I wasn’t one until I was nearly six summers older than you.” He tickled her tummy making her giggle before resting her head against his shoulder.
“I miss mother,” she reminisced making Daemon turn to you uneasily.
“Well,” you spoke up, pointing at the window where the skies had already darkened “when I miss mine own, I look at the stars.”
“The stars?” Rhaena looked confused.
“Look at them, think of Laena and pick a star that might appear to be her,” you smiled at her “that way, every night your mother can visit you.”
Rhaena looked for a moment, you could see her eyes darting all over before she picked one, her eyes softened “that one,” she whispered pointing at the star.
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You later in the week had been met with crucial urgency as your handmaiden huffed, running to you about your husband. Daemon nearly loosing his mind at an ungodly hour in the morrow as he went to rouse Baela. She wanted to see the sun rise from high above the skies, he would have taken Rhaena along with him. He stroked Baela’s pretty hair to rouse her from the pouted dream she had been dreaming, Baela groaned and grumbled, burying herself further under the sheets “papa, no.” She whined as Daemon pulled her.
Instead of chuckling at Baela’s adorable protests, his gut filled with horror as his daughter’s bed was stained with blood. No, no- not his sweetling. He shook Baela harder this time to wake her, looking over her face and arms to find any sign of injury before yelling at the guards to fetch his you and the Maesters.
“Are you hurt? Baela, you must tell me what happened,” he urged her, Baela appeared confused until she saw the blood standing her night gown until she too mirrored her father’s terror.
“Papa, am I going to die?” Baela cried, her bottom lip wobbling. Daemon tried to remain calm as he shook his head, nothing would happen to his daughter. His urgency wasn’t met with enough speedy response, he grew impatient for the Maesters to arrive. “Everything will be fine,” he rocked Baela in his arms.
You burst through Baela’s bed chambers, huffing and cradling your bump as your took in the scene infront of you. The stained bed, the terror on Daemon and Baela’s face, the staining on the lower half of Baela’s nightgown. You shoulders slumped in relief as you slapped a hand over your thudding chest to calm your breathing.
“Daemon she is fine,” you calmly stated.
He began to look at you like madness had filled your head as he gestured to all the blood, how were you not loosing your mind. Merely weeks ago you pulled the entirety of the Old Palace upon your head when Baela cut her elbow from a fall. He shook his head, clutching Baela harder.
“Daemon, she’s flowering.” You sighed, trying to pull Baela away from his tight hold, she looked confused between the two of you.
Daemon frowned “she’s too young,” he shook his head once more, once again refusing to let his daughter go.
“I flowered at eight, she in nine.” you stressed, once again trying to pull Baela away as the Maesters finally came to the her chambers.
The two appeared worried until you spoke without looking at them, asking them to leave a essence of milk of the poppy behind. Baela’s handmaidens we’re ordered to draw a bath for the young girl. “Go on darling,” you nodded at her to clean up as they stripped her sheets.
Daemon still sat on the footrest, looking a little calmer than before as you came to stand in front of him. He groaned, resting his head against your belly before pressing two kisses to it over your robe. “She is fine, Daemon.” You reassured once more by squeezing his shoulder.
“I was so sure-“ he shook his head. “She’s flowering?” Daemon looked up at you, your fingers pushed back his hair as you nodded looking down at him.
“She’s growing,” you stated making Daemon grunt once more, finding the thought of his little girls growing so quickly displeasing.
“See after her? Please,” he requested, you nodded before moving behind the divider when Baela sat submerged in her tube, only her head popped out of the milky water.
“I am not dying?” she asked, still confused. You shook your head.
“It’s your moon blood, it shall happen for every turn of the moon,” you said making her grimace.
“Every moon!” She exclaimed making you giggle.
“Unfortunately so darling,” you smiled at her sympathetically.
The handmaidens brought chamomile tea from the kitchens for you to lace with a drop of milk of the poppy. Enough to make the rumbling pain in her belly heel, her handmaidens wrapped her in thick cloth before helping her back in bed.
“This tea is going to heal her?” Daemon paced by the foot of the bed.
“Don’t be daft Daemon,” you glared at him chicken mothering down your neck. He knows well enough that one cannot just heal away moon blood. “It’s for the pain.”
Rhaena had long awoken and found herself situated next to her twin sister, she appeared a little nervous about the blood but curious. She hugged her sister a little too tight making Baela swat her back before succumbing to her hold. The two of you left the girls to rest as you pulled Daemon out of their rooms.
You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought over the brave Rogue Prince loosing his bearings over moon blood. He glared out you, making you laugh even harder, choking out apologies as you clutched your bump trying to stop. He groaned all the way through, dragging you back your shared bed chamber as your fit of giggles just wouldn’t stop.
“You can either stop giggling like a child, or I can make you,” he warned, his own lips faltering as they curled upwards with your giggles.
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abhainnwhump · 4 months
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IMYM Chapter 7: Should've Could've Would've: Dream
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Moonlight washed over Dream, Cross, and Blue as they talked, laughed, and walked through the Omega Timeline. Epic and Fresh left one way and Dream, Cross, and Blue went the other. The void lacked a natural sky, so the moon and darkness existed because of magic. Weather also existed only by region, not as a whole. Currently, it was a cold breeze, whistling and whispering past them. The skeletons decided on one of the town paths lined with road on one side and buildings on the other.
“Oh! A chickadee!” Dream held his arm out for the black and white bird to perch on. The little animal bounced across his yellow sleeve, pecking between the stitches. Dream smiled. The bird’s talons and beak were too small to hurt. Rather, it tickled. Their body was warm from hot chocolate and their heart was warm with pride and love. Dream’s eye lights drew to the badge on Cross’s jacket, a shield with the letter O reflecting light. It was the entire reason he invited them tonight.
Cross watched them and shook his head. “I still don’t understand your bird-whispering powers. You can handle a hawk on your head and owls are where you cross the line.”
Dream mock glared at his boyfriend. Though to be fair, he didn't understand his gift either. It's been there ever since he was a child and he discovered it by pure accident. It was only birds too. “Have you ever seen their eyes? All they do is stare at you, for hours! And they turn their heads all the way around. Tell me that’s natural! It isn’t!”
“No, owls are tame. Geese are the evil ones.” Blue chimed in. “They're bigger, they're more aggressive, and their beaks and wings hurt! If you put them in a fight, the geese would win immediately."
"Hm, I don't know." Dream pet the chickadee. "They're not so aggressive when you're nice to them. I've never fought one, or pet one, but they're nice. And owls are smart, so they could outsmart the goose . . ."
"So it's brain vs brawl . . . the goose would still win. Cross, help me out, who would win?"
Cross seemed to be trying to distance himself from the conversation until now. He sighed. "I- fine. Dude, if you want to know so bad, here." Cross took a piece of gold out of his pocket, leftover change from the hot chocolate. He flipped it in the air and slapped it on his arm. He lifted his hand. "Owl wins, argument over."
They turned a corner and the Star Sanses base came into view. They may have called it their base, but it appeared more like a clubhouse with rainbow paint on the walls. None of the lights of the two-story building were on. Something was haunting yet beautiful about the way the moon lit up the left side of it. The chickadee ended her song and flew away from him. A tingle went through Dream’s body, though he wasn’t sure why. It was only some light. Perhaps he was still suspicious of Ink leaving them on short notice. He seemed to be in a rush, but Dream didn't believe the lie he wasn't feeling well. It wouldn't be the first time Ink left like that, so he was sure he had nothing to worry about.
It was almost like Blue read his mind. “Shouldn’t Ink be here by now?”
Cross squeezed Dream's hand and hummed, looking up at the building. “He said he was going to be. But knowing him, he probably took a detour to terrorize some AU. Or he fell asleep and shut the light off. I wouldn’t worry about him.”
“I guess you’re right.” Dream stepped up on the light gray steps and knocked on the door. No response. He rang the doorbell. No response. He tugged at the doorknob. Locked. At least it answered one of his questions. Ink almost always forgets to lock the door, so he wasn’t home.
Cross watched Dream pull a key out of his pocket and unlock the door. He looked back at the house. “Do you want me to stay a while, flower? I don't have anything else going on and I have a bad feeling about this."
Dream laughed, used to Cross's paranoia. He increased his positive aura to calm him down. “Weren’t you the one who said not to worry? No, but thank you. The important thing is you making it home safe.” Dream stood on his tiptoes to peck Cross’s foreskull. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, my royal guard." He smiled at the last bit, looking down at Cross's badge, the mark of an official Omega Guard.
Cross looked reluctant, but he squeezed Dream’s hand and let go. “I will. See you tomorrow.”
After Cross teleported away, Blue pulled a key out of his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. The wood creaked into the dark interior. Dream flipped the light on. Everything was the same as they left it. He hung his jacket in a closet, eyeing the staircase. It was still dark. Maybe sleep would help his anxieties. It was a long day.
“Blue? I’m going to bed early, see you in the morning," Dream said.
Blue took off his hat and gloves and looked up at the guardian, who was halfway up the steps already. "Alright. Night, Dream!"
Smiling, Dream walked up to the second floor. He made it to the top and flipped the light on, illuminating the hallway. They stretched and yawned, ready to shut out for the night. He grabbed his door knob, but Ink's door caught his attention. It was half-open. Dream still sensed that strange negative aura he felt this morning.
Dream peered into the paint-splattered bedroom and searched harder for that negativity. Ink could've been struggling with something, and he wanted to help if he was. Unlike the morning, the strongest negativity source was not the corner. It was Ink's bed. He held out his hand to find an exact source, but his powers seemed to fail him. They sighed and were about to leave, but a faint teal light caught their eye.
With curiosity, he crouched down beside Ink’s bed. Something was under it; the negativity energy burned brighter than ever. Dream wrapped his fingers around the thorned stem of a glowing rose and the blue paper attached to it. Two of the bloody points stabbed through the paper, cutting off a few words.
Dream turned the lamp on and unfolded the note, keeping it as close to the light as he could. They recognized the quill-inked handwriting in seconds. He scanned the rest of the letter and gasped, his bones went cold. His hands tingled, paralyzed. They looked back at the rose and called out, “Blue . . . BLUE! BLUE, COME QUICK!”
Dream listened to the frantic footsteps as Blue ran to him. He had to brace himself against the door frame. His left hand carried a kitchen knife. “What is it? What happened?”
“Read this.” Dream handed him the letter. His breathing was shaking as much as his hands now. “It’s Ink, Nightmare kidnapped Ink.”
Blue took it with a confused look. His eye sockets widened as he scanned the paper. “Oh, that . . . that explains things.”
Dream clenched his humerus and paced in a small circle. “I knew something was wrong with him! He’s been acting strange all day, but I thought I was being paranoid! If I hadn’t been such a sugarskull this morning and forced him to talk, Ink would still be-”
“Hey!” Blue set his hands on his shoulders. “Don’t blame yourself! We were all with him today and none of us noticed either. Besides, he was being blackmailed and I believe in him. If he did get kidnapped, he’s cracking bad jokes and making Nightmare’s gang regret ever messing with him.”
Dream imagined Blue's words and let out the breath they held. “I- yes, you’re right. He’s going to be fine, he's fine!” Dream hoped if he said it enough times, he could convince himself it was true. It had to be. He looked over the letter again, smiling with new determination. “It says they went to Outertale. I’ll prepare to go and ask around in case anyone has seen them
The knight’s eye lights turned into stars, “Mweh, heh! That’s the spirit! But I’m going to help too. I’ll go with you and we’ll save him together. In the morning though, we won’t be very helpful in the middle of the night."
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He’s going to be fine. Ink is going to be fine. He’s strong. Stop worrying, everything is fine.
Dream tossed and turned that night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. Visions formed every time he closed his eye sockets. He imagined Ink alone in Nightmare’s murky dungeon, shivering alone in a corner. Then he envisioned him gagged and tied up as Killer, Horror, and Dust used him as target practice. Nightmare laughed in the background, mocking. Cross told him stories of what happened to Nightmare’s prisoners. The torture, the violence, the personalized torment. None of them made it out alive. The guardian shuddered and channeled his thoughts to kittens and flowers. It helped a little. The torture was only an image, not a prophecy. Guardians could have prophecy dreams, but so far, he was lucky. He still couldn’t sleep.
He didn’t want to jinx it.
It wasn’t even the kidnapping alone that frightened him, it was the fact that Nightmare had done it. Nightmare was stronger than Ink, but luckily not by much if he played his cards right.
Dream sighed and sat up, turning their lamp on and picking their book off the nightstand. He flipped to his bookmark and read, hoping to get his mind on something better. He set his teddy bear in his lap. He knew it was childish for a guardian to sleep with a stuffed animal, but he found it comforting. He pet the plush’s white, almond-scented fur while he read. He used to love that smell when he was young and lived under the Tree of Feelings with his brother. His real brother.
While in the middle of his story, Dream's mind wandered to the one thing he was trying to avoid. How could he sleep like this when Ink is in danger? How could they rest while the entire Doodlesphere was at risk without its protector? Ink had never been kidnapped before, he was smart enough to escape. Or was he overreacting as it has only been a few hours? He was, he knew. But the last time Dream was too late to save someone from the dark’s call . . .
Please don’t forget who I used to be.
No, he wouldn’t let anyone go through that pain again. He promised.
Dream closed the book, set his bear in a sitting position, and slipped out of bed. He picked up his bow and quiver, choosing regular and a few poisoned arrows instead of his magic ones. The magic would draw too much attention, and Dream wanted to try the new herbal concoction he made. They made sure to step carefully so the wood planks stayed silent. Blue kept his door shut, he didn't even snore. They made it to the bottom of the steps and took their coat out of the closet. They had everything they needed now. So with a portal-
Dream gasped at a tug at his soul. His body was encased in a ball of blue light as someone turned him around. Blue held his hands on his hips. His eye sockets were bleary, half-open and sleepy.
“Dream! What did we talk about,” Blue yawned, “a few hours ago?”
Dream looked at his tired friend, ashamed. “I know, I’m sorry. I just have a feeling something terrible is going to happen if we don’t find him as soon as possible. I can do it on my own, please don't worry."
Blue thought for a moment. “Here, how about you sleep in my room tonight? Even if you don't, I’m watching you like a hawk and locking the doors. The last thing anyone needs right now is another one of us getting kidnapped.”
Sighing, the guardian knew he was right. "Okay."
Blue released his magic. Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, Blue led him away from the door and back up the stairs. Dream’s cheekbones glowed as yellow as buttercups.
Blue opened the door to his room. He had a blue rocketship bed in the corner of the room. Action figures covered a set of white shelves on dark blue walls. He also had a bookshelf and closet on the back wall. Painted across the ceiling were stars and constellations. It something they all worked together on.
Sleeping in each other’s rooms was not an unusual concept for the Stars. When the trio had slumber parties, they watched a movie with popcorn and sweets in their pajamas. Then they would all cuddle and fall asleep on the couch together. Dream also invited his friends to his room if they had nightmares or troubles in their minds. His aura and kind words could calm anyone down. He always let others vent to him. It was funny to him it was the other way around.
Blue wrapped an arm around Dream and flicked the lamp off. Having someone to sleep beside him relaxed Dream's thoughts. Ink would be fine.
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As soon as the sun rose into the sky, Dream and Blue set out for Outertale.
The AU was always an endless ocean of night. Colorful stars of white, yellow, and blue, twinkled in the sky. The residents were the only ones who could tell the hour. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Somewhat, Dream could get lost in the stars and forget his problems for a while.
Blue carried the note while Dream held a clipboard. The clipboard had a list with the most likely AUs Nightmare could have hidden Ink. Creating it was the first thing they did this morning, so they missed some AUs. Dream also found pictures of the two. Despite the hope, the most likely answer was Nightmare took the artist to his castle. The castle was a pocket AU no one but he could enter.
His yellow boots were soon covered in moon dust. He followed the most potent source of negative energy he could detect. It was in the direction of the restaurant, so maybe Nightmare left some negative residue. Then Dream could try and use the energy to track him.
They made it to the front two doors of the restaurant, tucked between two other stores. The building was pretty: Ivory white with smooth walls, classy. The place seemed empty.
Dream and Blue walked toward the door. Blue tugged at the handle but it didn’t budge. He tried again. “We’re too early. It doesn’t open until . . . .” He looked closer at the door's sign. “Four pm. How about we ask around? Someone would have to have seen them, Ink isn’t exactly low-key. Neither is your brother.”
Dream hummed and nodded, chuckling at the comment about Nightmare. They thought searching around was the next best thing to do. He wondered what Ink was doing at this moment, pushing the morbid thoughts aside. “Of course. Where should we ask first? Someone could be working around, or Nightmare took him somewhere else after dinner?” He looked into the distance. Outertale was known for its tourism, so it made sense Nightmare would take him somewhere else.
Blue looked around. "I'll take the left side and you take the right! We'll meet back here in an hour. Got it?"
"Got it." Dream waved and set off to the right. Dream sensed the auras of the surrounding citizens. He searched for someone with a specific set of emotions. Perhaps paranoia, guilt, or at least uncertainty. It must be a lingering past feeling. Unfortunately, no one seemed to match that description.
The one that did hit him sent a small shock through his body, just because he wasn’t expecting it. Dream looked to the left and spotted a cat-like monster hiding their face under a hood. The guardian cleared his throat and walked over to them. He had a good feeling in his soul.
“Hi!” Dream waved over. The cat monster turned their attention to him. Dream smiled to look less threatening, more friendly.
"Can I help you?" The monster looked everywhere except at Dream.
"Yes!" Dream cleared his throat. “I'm looking for my friend who was kidnapped around here. It would’ve been around . . . I think seven o'clock? His name is Ink Comyet, he’s a skeleton, a little taller than me, carries around a four-foot-tall paintbrush. He wore a brown jacket last night. His eye lights change color when he blinks and he has a splotch of paint on his right cheekbone. “His kidnapper is named Nightmare Joku. He’s also a skeleton but with four tendrils spiking from his back. He’s also covered in black liquid and has only one teal eye. Usually, he wears a black waistcoat and a chained black cape, though I don’t know what he was wearing. Have you seen them?"
The monster thought about it. They nodded, aura anxious and uncomfortable. “I think I know who you’re talking about. I work at that place over there and . . . they were one of my customers. He didn’t cause any issues. They left and Joku took him through a portal. Ink looked happy enough, he was smiling and bouncing."
Dream messed with his thumb. "Did you see what was inside? Did it look like a castle? Or a dungeon?"
"I didn't see it, it was too dark." The monster looked uncomfortable and turned away from him. "Sorry I couldn't help you, I hope you two find your friend." As they walked off, Dream was left with more questions than answers.
Taking a moment to pause, Dream had to readjust the image in his head. He assumed Nightmare cast a spell on Ink and knocked him out in an alleyway with his magic. But Ink was happy? Someone would have to have noticed Nightmare cast the spell. Does that mean . . . no, he knows Ink, he’s one of his best friends. Ink would never betray him on purpose. Nothing Nightmare could offer could change his mind.
Nothing, they were best friends until the end.
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A week passed; they still couldn’t find a solid trail to Ink. Each time they were close, Nightmare’s aura would fade. Dream proceeded to get more and more frustrated. The nightmares grew more graphic. The image of Ink lying on the floor, hoping for rescue was engraved into the back of his eyelids. He lost hours of sleep imagining it and refused to take any long breaks. They searched for at least three hours a day and did their job the rest.
Another week passed, and no luck.
Dream decided to try a plan that had been brewing in the back of their mind for days now. His negative memories kept him from doing more than considering it a possibility. But now, they were growing desperate. And it was so perfect, so obvious.
He cleared his throat as he approached Blue, who was sketching out a battle strategy in a notebook. Dream held his hands together. “Blue, I’m going to be gone for a few hours.”
Blue looked up from his notepad. “Okay. Just be careful and don’t be gone too long!”
“I won’t be, I’ll be back by sundown.” Dream waved his scepter and stepped into a portal he swore never to return to.
They stepped into a wasteland. Overgrown dull grass grew up to his knees. It looked more like a savannah than a green land. He still could picture the field of bright colorful flowers that grew where he stood. The nearby town was gray and long abandoned. There was nothing but bones and tattered clothes to symbolize people lived there at all. Dream sighed, the memories being too painful to bear. He set his sights on a large hill at the end of the village. Shifting their cape, they walked toward it.
Dream walked up the hill to his childhood home, a place he hadn’t been since breaking free of stone. The stump of his mother lay the same after five hundred years. The oak was worn from time, but still larger than any tree in the multiverse. The trunk was two feet tall and ten times as wide. It used to be twenty feet tall with large foliage, filled with tender gold and black apples. None reminded. Nightmare ate them all when he was corrupted. How did he eat nine hundred ninety-nine apples in such a short time? Dream didn’t know.
He swung one leg over the top of the trunk and pulled himself on top of it. A sense of nostalgia hit him. When he was about eight, he used to run as fast as he could to get back to the tree, challenging himself to jump up the branches. It was hard on some days because he was so tired from working. The villagers always wanted him to help, and Dream was willing to help. Too willing.
It messed him up, leading him to believe his only worth was as a living positive battery. That was why he was so grateful for Cross. While Dream taught him how to feel again and stop living in the past, Cross taught him he was so much more than this magic. Stars he loved him.
He never told Nightmare because he didn’t want to worry him. He was already so nervous and paranoid . . . and Dream was too late when he found out why.
Dream brushed the tree trunk, trying to refuel the connection with it. There should be a warm tingling feeling in his chest, but there wasn’t.
They sighed. “Mom, can you help me? It’s been a long time, I know, but one of my best friends is in danger. Nightmare took him away and I’m afraid he’s going to hurt him or try to turn him evil. I don’t want history to repeat itself. Can you give me a sign everything is going to be okay?”
Dream waited a few moments, staring into the swirling trunk. Nothing happened. The guardian sighed. What was he expecting? An arrow made of flowers pointing in the right direction? A bird to float out of the sky and give him a message? Nim to appear as a spirit and offer him guidance? She’s never answered him before, even when was still 'alive'. Dream didn't believe Nim was dead, she was essentially a goddess. Gods and guardians couldn't die, right? He couldn't die, Ink couldn't die, Error and Nightmare couldn't either.
Nightmare used to joke about how Nim only created them to save herself. She had no love for her sons, and Dream was starting to wonder if he was right. What mother would let this happen to her kids?
Dream curled into his knees and stared out to the broken village. “Ink, what did you get yourself into this time?”
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looplollip0ps · 3 months
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Hello! My name's Løllipop, and welcome 2 my tickle blog!
Im a minor, I use any pronouns except for he/him but I preffer she/her the most! Im cis female and omniromantic, also im from Mexico, I speak both Spanish and English,, andd idk, y'all everytime can recommend me a new fandom and I will may give it a watch:]
Btw, idm nsfw blogs interacting w me or my posts, but i'd preffer sfw interaction only!
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Fandoms I'm drawing for 💫
Well,, there's an list of which fandoms I will draw for :D
• Object shows (Bfdi, bfb, tpot, inanimate insanity, hfjone, generic object battle, tnm, oso, voo, pb & gb, object lockout, object lockdown, object terror, bfg, obs, burner, battle for outline, battle for your own planet (Alec kinsella one, i think theres another), burger brawl, aib, rainbow riot, discord emoji all stars, eee, threeee, ppt2, tdos,tiny tacos tales, level up, the waiting room, lots, iftf, moss, objectified comic, cfmot, epic object show, thanos, the object show movie, showvember, spain object show, bffi daily, aosimbias, BFO, X-Ford, atcoe, object kerfuffle, help hotline, brawl of the objects, animatic battle, osi, NUMBERS, refrigerated refreshments, The medal brawn, object show 87, sfaim, anosimbib, Object towel again, greenys grand game, 5sos, the four moons initiative, v&v, intention 12)
• SolarBalls
• The amazing digital circus
• Dumb ways to die
• My ocs
• Happy tree friends
• The Smiling Critters
• 3-minute science
• regretevator
• More to be added!
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DNI and BYI 💫
Yeahhh this shjit skskslmwñans
Do not interact :
• Comshippers/darkshippers, L0lic0ns, Sh0tac0ns, p3d0s, z00s, etc
• LGBTphobes
• Racists
• fetish/kink blogs
• If you're 30+
• Anti-Furries
• Ppl who don't like the concept of tkling, rlly just because this is an tickle blog-
before you interact :
• I swear ALOT, if ur unconfortable w that, I recommend to you to not interact w me
• I don't roleplay w anynone, so don't bother asking
• For now, I will only do art rqs, since im not THAAT creative for writting fics or headcanons sorry lolz
• My grammar is kinda bad, keep in mind that english it's not my main language:)!
• Tickling is NOT an kink 4 me, if you think that you should get out
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Things I will take rqs for 💫
• Any of the the fandoms listed ofc
• Ship art (if It's not an problematic one)
• Sfw tickles
• Oc tickles
Not taking rqs for :
• NSFW tickles
• Lick tickles
• Comships
• Fetish tickles
• Heavy gore
• Situations where the character is unconfortable
• Heavy bondage
• Characters in revealing clothing or fully naked if the character wears clothes
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Andd That's all for now! This will be updated when I feel like it, Soo, yeah! Atm rqs are open, don't be shy! I don't bite! This blog is completely and strictly SFW :]
Anyways.. If y'all wanna see non-tickling art, you can go check my main blog @thelollipopz and my YouTube channel! I Also have another social media like Instagram and DeviantArt but the post are the same as my main blog, so yeahh, if someone wants the user of them tell me!
Alsoooo, I prob forget to add More object shows that i've watched! I watched a lot that I Don't rlly remember which ones, and im still watching new ones! Atm im watching TSFTW and after that i wanna watch nana (not an os but) and some other object shows! And also i always find new object shows to watch, Sooo, yk
Now, ty for reading and have an nice day/night!
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which way, Western Cartoonist?
The second batch of my takes on modern animation based on the “which way, Western Cartoonist?” tweet!
Included in this 2nd volume are...
Steven Universe can can-can better than Grizz! Oh wait; he wasn’t even trying ( SU fan art by @mikepelensky​ )
Bro Brawl props that’re like the storyboard artists tried imitating the Gangreen Gang and Johnny Bravo in the contemporary woke beanmouth/rubberhose anime style.... *cringe*
A lesson in construction and appeal when it comes to LGBTQIA+ characters in the woke beanmouth cartoons that’re grown popular since the days of Gravity Falls...
Clearly the people running Star vs. the Forces of Evil after Season 1 lost interest in being as cartoony and expressive as David Wasson & Mercury Filmworks made them. Marco’s swallowing poses look way more horrific than Eclipsa’s!
Uh... you know how Cartoon Network used to play that Crazy Frog “Axel F” music video during Tickle U?
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popculturebuffet · 1 year
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Hatchetfield Retrospective Part 2: Black Friday
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Ahoy there boys and girls (and others). All aboard the SS Wiggle and set sail for giggles as my Hatchetfield retrospective rolls on just after the crimbule on your Turkey Day that requires a bottle of Pepper Spray, it's time for Black Friday!
For those friendywends just joining us, I covered The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals. If your new to starkid, I covered the troupes extensive history there along with most of the actors involved, which thankfully means with the ground work laid out I can jump right into this one.
And that was kind of the feeling here. As I covered last time the Guy Who Didn't LIke Musicals was the third idea the Lang Brothers had for this, and was chosen because it was more accesible. With Hatchetfield set up and just enough in place, Black Friday does what most horror sequels (or in this case spirtual sequels), do and kicking it up a notch: there's a much larger cast of characters, a global scope that comes about at the end of act 1, the introduction of one of the settings big bads, everything is bigger, badder and brutaler. So the question is did it pay off? Well come with me under the cut and find out. But hurry, suplies are limited.
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Crawl and Brawl for A Doll
As with last time a bit of a refesher before we dive into the analysis: Black Friday follows the citzens of Hatchefield on the titular friday as a good chunk of them gather at Lakeside Mall to get their hands on the hottest toy of the season: Tickle Me Wiggly. Like Chucky you can tell just by looking at this guy…
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That something is VERY wrong. The fact he usually appears surronded by an eerie green glow of stage lights dosen't help. But rather than running away from the thing as any sane person would, the adults of hatchefield are running toward it. And the Musical does expertly handwave the obvious problem of online retailers: Their already sold out so if anyone in our tiny town wants one, they gotta get in line.
IT's here we get to one of the things that sets this musical apart from TGWDLM: The previous show was pretty much Lazer focused on Paul with emma coming second, with every main cast member barring hidgens having some connection to paul. Even Emma, the plays deutratgonist, was still partly defined by being pauls love intrest.
In contrast, Black Friday is more of an ensemble, focusing on the various people at Lakeside Mall, and switching between groups with characters intersecting as the plot demands before most of them come back together for the finale, and that' snot even getting into the largely disconnected PEIP subplot. We meet our first Tom Houston via our previous protaganists Paul and Emma, a nice way to both set up the multiverse nature of things and connect back to the prevoius musical. Tom is played by Starkid Legend Dylan Saunders, who started as Dumbledoore and was a stalwart of Starkid up until twisted. Getting his SAG card meant he couldn't work with them for a while, and thus left the troupe. Thankfully this marked his grand return and he's been back ever since, even playing Ebeneezer Scrooge in A VHS Christmas Carol.
Tom is the husband of Emma's sister Jane, a nice bit of setup from last time, and naturally isn't doing well, being pantsless mid day, having left his job due to his PTSD both from his time as a vet and the car crash, and slowly drifting from his son Tim, not helped by him faking needing a drill press when he's really getting a wiggly. Emma is pissed but once she finds out why he needs her, she forgives him.
Tom has his work cut out for him though as the line is massive and if that weren't enough also features his Ex, Becky Barnes, played by Kim Whalen. Kim's a fresh addition to StarKid, but has been acting for some time and is the wife of Curt Mega, a close friend of star kid and part of their sister troop TinCan Bros, most famously headlniing spies are forever, a show I both need to see and cannot stop listenting to the soundtrack to. We'll be seeing him too as both joined up and both are invaluable additons to the team.
Becky is a kind, patient nurse who just wants to get a doll for the kids… and who is gossiped about by the town both because her and Tom were the big couple on campus.. and because she ended up in an abusive marriage that no one bothered to try helping her out of until stan just disappeared one day. Rubbing this in is Linda Monroe, every karen in the world baked into one insufferable but gloriously hammy person, the bitch of bitches who wants a wiggly for her kids and is constantly on the phone with her husband Gerald, who apparently can't be within 10 feet of a cinabon, which turned what was suppposed to be a cruel dig at his weight.. into everyone in the fandom to this day just asuming, probably correctingly, that Gerald once fucked a cinnamon roll. I mean they haven't proved he didn't.
Off to the side we have Lex Foster, a high school dropout with an abusive mother whose hoping to escape to california. Lex is played by yet another new face, Angela Giratnia, a great addition who plays Lex excelently. Mariah Rose Faith was supposed to play the roll.. but instead went to do Mean Girls. Ironically though the two have become very close friends, shooting the video for Yellow Jacket from Nightmare Time together and even more ironically, will be starring in the next full on musical, Nerdy Prudes Must Die, together as the leads.
Lex plans to sell a doll on the black market thanks to her Boyfriend Ethan, a nice dude in a leather jacket who despite being a punk is not low down nor cheap. Hannah however is less than receptive having stephen king style doom prophicies of death today and while Ethan calms her down with the power of grey skull, it's clear given we're in a horror property she's right and our heroes are in for some shit.
And shit does indeed hit the fan thanks to two people once their doors are open to you: The first is Frank Pricely. Frank is easily one of the best parts of the musical, with Corrrey Dorris absolutely devouring the scenery and having some truly great comedic moments..
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Frank makes Flintheart Glomgold look both reserved and morally upstanding, and his greed ends up being a problem when our second domino tips him over: Sherman Young, a creepy toy collector who outright admits he's going to fuck at least two of the dolls and wants to buy them all. Linda has to sue to get frank to back off with her attonrey gary goldstien.. only for that to fall apart since he's also sherman's attorney> A man in a hurry plunges the final nail into the coffin by offering money, a bidding war starts and CHAOS REIGNS as everyone but Frank and Lex plunge into a full on retail riot, in song of course, and it quickly becomes apparent that while part of this is just human greed and bloodlust, the doll does something to people as it quickly escalates from simple riot to full blown cult.
Helping this escalation is Uncle WIley, the creator of Tickle Me Wiggly.. who naturally given this is a child's play and stephen king style horror show, turns out to ALSO be a delviery man played by the same actor, as well as a Randall Flag style corrupter, seducing Linda into leading a cult for Wiggly and finding the last dolls in the store.. one of which Lex smuggled into Hannah's backpack.
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Things quickly go to shit for our heroes: Ian , after a really touching moment showing what a good guy he is.. gets curbstomped to death by the raving shoppers, wtih Hannah barely escaping, and Tom and Becky find his corpse… and Tom gets stabbed right after. And if that wasn't enough main character murder for you Frank goes soon after while Lex is held prisoner.
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So naturally while all this drama nd tension is going on we cut to Washington DC
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Yeah this is the subplot I mentoined; turns out riots like this are happening nation wide and the President, played by Curt Mega, is trying to solve it… only for him to succumb to wiggly too. Thankfully John Macnamara returns, shooting the doll and coming in to fetch President Goodman while belting out a badass underated song.
So our party splits into a few diffrent groups for a bit: Tom and Becky reunite while watching Santa Claus Goes to High School, and trust me we will unpack that one in a moment, and reveal their baggage, tom talking about how hard thigns have been … and Becky revealing she KILLED Stanley, as he refused to let her go to Jane's funeral, she tried going anyway, and the resulting confrontation lead to his death.
Hannah meanwhile is in a bad place as Wiggly himself harasses her, first posing as Ethan in a truly unerving scene with some excellent and horrifying acting form Robert Manion.. before speaking to Hannah herself and despite the doll not being able to move like Chucky, I applaud Jon Mattenson for being every bit as terrifying in his own way. Excellent job dude.
So we go back to the Washington Cul De Sac and get a bunch of exposition: Wiggly is an outer god from the place known as the black and white. Their plan amounts to tellign Wiggly
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I wish I was kidding: They whnat goodman to come ot bargin with him. The thing is unlike say one Stephen Strange.. their just assumign the authority of ONE head of a country is enough to make an Elder God who clearly intricatley planned out his apocalypse go away.
SHOCKINGLY this goes bad immeditely: Wiggly instead mocks goodman, refuses to help and we get a truly haunting and AMAZING shot: naturally given when this play takes place, the set was decked with garland and two stage lights… which turn INTO wiggly, revealing he was there the whole time. The fact they pulled off the phsyical form of an elder god in a fucking stage show and did so in a way that had it there the whole time without making it obvious is fucking incredible.
Wiley lays out that it was mankinds own need to fill the voids in their soul with stuff that made their plan so easy and Goodman almost dies only for Macnamary to sacrife himself to the black and white to save him and urges the president to nuke him. NATURALLY this also goes bad and the nuke gets instead sent to BOMB THE RUSSIANS
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World War III were declared. John does help one last time though: As sherman tries to murder lex, he appears to her awakening her own psychic powers and allowing her to get a gun
And just in time too as tom and becky found hannah and went on full posseison mode, tom running off with the doll while the other two were taken by the cult. So it's up to Lex to wake Tom from the possesion and go save her sister before it's too late.
How she does it reveals an EXTREMLEY clever twist: as Lex points out… none of the kids actually want the doll. The fact it's out of date and dosen't seem like something a kid would want.. is the point. It was all marketing and elder god brainwashing. Tim never ACTUALLY asked for it and it simply prayed on Tom and other's need to fill the void inside. Tom breaks free.
The two confront Linda, and almost loose as she gets the doll.. only for Becky to get the gun and Linda to be too busy mocking Becky and assuming she wouldn't get shot… to try and duck. Linda dies..
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The rest of the cultists burn as Lex burns the mall, and our heroes meet up with Paul and Emma and sing one last song and the day, and possibly the world.. ends with an ominous noise and a smash to black. What happened?
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Big Fat Buts
As I said before the summary, Black Friday feels like a lot of horror sequels or followups, a clear escalation that tries to be bigger than what came before: With the All-New All Diffrent team starkid having proven themselves by defeating an island that walks like a man.. er putting on a musical about a guy who dosen't quite care for them, it's clear Nick Lang had a lot of confidence both in his team and in hatchetfield. He knew he had fans and thus he could go as big as he wanted and even if it didn't quite land, there would still likely be fans left.
As such the cast is an ensemble, our heroes troubles are even darker with our abuse victimt his go round having to KILL her husband just to escape, a ptsd laden war vet in the darkest remake of jingle all the way ever and a teenager who genuinely thinks she's worth nothing and sings a song as she's choked out. TGDLM went dark but Black Friday goes pitch black
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IT's not to say we don't have our usual starkid hilarity: from the whole drillpress argument ("How would it fit in the sedan?" killed me JUST as much the second time around) to the glorious ham of Gary Goldstien, to Lauren just.. devouring the scneery as linda, who alternates between horrifyingly awful to hilariously awful with expert timing. The show dosen't lack humor.. but it's less frequent and thus there's less refuge from the pretty bleak subject matter. While both musicals go darker in their second half, after the santa claus goes to high school bit, act 2 of Black Friday just has a bleak tone, with our heroes barely winning.. and even then it being implied nothing good came of it. The ending is not a rousing if dark number decnsturctoing final acts.. but a very chilling song asking if tommorow will come and hoping it'll be better.
And I.. like it. I'm fine with The Lang Bros having the tones be whatever fits the worth with the Hatchetfield Series. It set in a bit more with Nightmare Time, but it's fine for horror to have a range, to shake things up. It's why John Carpenter is so immortal in the genre and why Jordan Peele is his clear succesor: both have a knack for cranking out masterpieces.. while also not being afraid to experiment or throw something new in wether it works or not and i'm glad the Langs are willing to take risks. It paid off in this regard, as the darker tone fits the story better: TGWDLM had such a silly premise that while ti got far darker than expected, you had to camp it up. While this likewise has a rediculous premise it's grounded enough in our own flaws, that it needs a bit more grounded characters and tone to really sell the horror and cosmic dread, really making our heroes feel outmatched by the elder god their basically playing a game of keep away with.
Another big change.. is that this works message is far less subtle. TGWDLM had a subtle message about the dangers of escapism, using the hive as a metaphor for people ignoring the world's shittyness by whatever coping mechanism they have. It's a fairly well done metaphor ,even if I forgot to tackle it last time. We all turn to something. And it gave no easy answers.
Black Friday.. is about as subtle as a bunch of kicks to a pooor innocent teens head. It's VERY upfront about how people use consuramism as a way to escape their issues, how the goverment has failed us so badly that people turn to stuff to fill the void, that we buy more and more things to help escape how awful the world is. Uncle Wiley spells it out in his speech and the ensuing song after said speech just in case anyone missed it. I can't deny it's just a tad overbearing, even having the President repeadtely go "i'm a status quo democrat" which is funny.. but kinda wears out over time. The musical could only be less subtle about those parts of it's message if the lyrics to made in america were just "THE GOVERMENT TOTALLY SUCKS YOU MOTHERFUCKER'.
That said, while this musical lacks subtley the message.. isn't a bad one and is one worth exploring. While it's not the first horror work to explore consumrisim by a long mile (Child's Play, They Live and the Stuff were all way ahead of it), it does so in a way that really does hit me, by tackling shopping and getting more things to try and cope. I've done that quite a bit. It's easy to fall into the trap of buying shit just to get that small rush you get from getting a thing. I've grappled with shopping addictiona dn I still haven't fully tamed it
The fact of the matter is the system is broken. You can se eit for yoruself most sundays are on "British Man Explains why the System is broken on a slowly collapsing platform with John Oliver". Most people lack the power to change it and ther'es only so much protest and speech can do. It's easy to drown yourself in whatever you can to make the constant pain of how fucked we are stop. To just say "hey this thing will help me not feel bad and tha'ts not bad". And while ti's fine in small doses it's a powerful drug and one that can be abused easy. It's why fuckers like Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk have power and why despite hating a lot of disneys practices I struggle to break away: as Uncle Wiley says "your thirst for stuff.. is never slaked". The message isn't subtle.. but in a time when women have had their rights yanked from them, the threat of facisim via trumpisim still looms and coprations keep getting away with shit while we impotently yell for them to stop and we just keep buying more and more crap to help cope… it's one we needed. And the end message as shown by Lex saving Tom with memoreis of his son, that it's people not things that can help us get through is a powerful one.. and that even if tommorow may not come… it might and break the dawn. The message is fine… it just didn't need to be delievered with a kick to the head is all.
Another mixed bag is the scope. The incrreased number of main characters isn't terrible: Lex and Hannah are great and Becky and Tom are passable, we'll get to that more in the character breakdown, and we get a lot of great side characters like the rise of Man in a Hurry, Gary Goldstien and Sherman Young. So it ballances out a tad. The increased cast size helps sell the packedness of the mall as much as you can with a moderate sized troupe and the size of Linda's cult.
The issue isn't at the mall.. but beyond it. I'm probably not breaking any hearts saying the PEIP subplot feels tacked on. A large part of this is part of what makes this new franchise special… is Hatchetfield itself. Each new work expands on another part of the island and adds more locations to revisit. It's very clear, especially from Nightmare Time, that the Langs put a LOT of work into making Hatchefield feel like a real town with clear locations like Pizza Petes and the Lakeside Mall and landmarks like the Witchwood. So leaving that for Washington DC feels a bit jarring.
And look i'm glad to have McNamara back, i'm always for more jeff and he's great as always and the SONGS in this subplot are amazing and we'll get to them shortly. But the actually plot of it is…
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Yeah the plan makes NO sense and make MacNamara, a trained vetran of dealing with weird shit who clearly knows the lords in black decently well and can take down their servitors with his knife of truth thinking one world leader whose not all that imposing, charasmatic or intresting coudl talk down wiggly seems a stretch. "He's never had a phsyical form so maybe he'll know fear" makes no sense.. especiallys ince while it's not a body the dolls GIVE HIM A PRESENCE ON THIS PLAIN. The fact your not going yourself to use the knife of truth on his physical form and you don't even try John shows you know Wiggly's mostly invicible. Don't get me wrong the idea of simply barganing with a god instead of fighting them is cool, it's why the climax of Dr. Strange is one of it's best parts. But Stephen had an infinite time loop of his own deaths to pull that shit off. All John has is a status quo democrat. It would've worked better if John himself went or went with the president. Again the subplot has some good stuff, the whole meltdown with the presidents cabinet is great, but it takes away from the core of things and pads out the runtime for something that ultimately dosen't really pay off. It's like the Canto Blight bit of Last Jedi: it's neat to look at and I can't say it has no merit whatsover, but I also can't say you coudln't of rewritten it to feel more integral to the story.
It just contributes to the musical being strentched a bit thin: with no real main focus character to zero in on the musical just kind of ambles on. It doesn't do so badly, but without zeroing in on lex or tom or hannah or anyone, it feels the most aimless of the hatchefield works i've seen thus far. Black Friday isn't bad but it coudl've been far better and it seems from Nightmare Time and Nerdy Prudes smaller focuses and clearer main character selections, sticking to one or two a story, that the Langs learned this lesson well. Wiggly Jingles
The songs for Black Friday are their greatest strength. While the performances are mildly strained as the performers aren't in their best shape, the songs still slap both on stage and soundtrack and i'll stand by that. Jeff took his already great satrical work from his previous two musicals and, now able ot use a regular musical format again, let loose. This musical may be a mixed bag but it's soundtrack.. really isn't and Nightmare Time and the Nerdy Prudes Demos show he's only getting better with each show. Jeff is the heart and soul of hatchefield and this soundtrack cemented that
First up we have the Nibbly Ditty, a fun catchy jingle with some nice belting and some nice foreshadowing for the nature of the dolls "he's all that you wanted, he's all that you needed" indeed. Having seen my share of children's stage shows, Jeff and co nailed the sound of one beautifully while melding it perfectly with a commerical. Angela trying to just.. straight up eat Wiggly after just adds to it.
Then we get What Tim Wants which is one of the weaker tracks.. yet it also shows just how good the soundtrack is that it's still an utterly soulcrushing heartfelt ballad from Dylan. He came back guns a blazing with this one, with the flash bang parts especially killing me. It's only real weakness is whle the soundtrack has a nice variety and style its own elsewhere this feels like a very stock musical theater number, which works for what it is, it just dosen't stand out nearly as much. It does sum up Tom VERY well thougH: a man desperatley trying to fix things with his kids but his trauma and desperation to get back what he head instead of fixing what he has are holding him back.
Case in point to What Tim Wants not standing back, we next get an Avril Lavengin style rock anthem, California MIA. Angela comes in hot with her first number, and I feel her rougher vocals fit lex like a glove, with this fun pop punk number that perfectly sums up both Lex's edge, and desperation to escape in a cool rebellion number.
What Do You Say is one of my faviorites, and really helps show off new member James Tolbert, the longtime coreographer for the group turned actor this time around, who gets some fun bits as scarf guy. It's a hlariously catty and well done song as everyone gossips, everyone in the troupe gets a fun bit, and the line coreogrpahey is fucking amazing. That must've been a bitch to pull off but my god they did it well. And I don't mean in delivery I mean the entire dance is coregraphed while still having the people wait in line mostly. It's incredible. It also has the immortal bit of MIAH holding up his camera, creepily smerking and saying "Just skip to the fucking". God bless you Jeff
We then get what is easily my faviorte number: Our Doors Are Open. This made me fall in love with Corey because holy shit does he own this one. I still hear this one in my head on occasoin, to the point I even ordered Creme Brule on my turkey day. I did not require a bottle of pepper spray thankfully. EVERY. SINGLE. LINE. is quotable and perfectly satiresing the comercialsim of Black Friday gloriously. As also proven by "Pays to Be an Animal" before this and "Axeman" after, Correy really makes a meal out of it any time he gets a number, and this is his greatest feast.
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It's hilarious, biting and has a grew du wop sound
That said Jeff didn't rest because we get another bit that really sums up the holiday well right after… and it's far less glossy side, the side where people fight or trample: Feast or Famine, a great number showing off the greed, madness and violence of the "holiday", perfectly summed up with the chorus of "Take what you want, return what you get". Highlights include Corey's drunk sounding response to the riot and Jeff's glorious CHAOS REIGGGNNNNSSSS.
We end act 1 with Monsters and Men. And having watched a few videos ranking either this musicals songs or Starkid soundtracks in general, I gotta say this one is HIGHLY underated. A lot of people seem to hate this one because it's in that stupid PEIP subplot, but it's a really good rousing song about standing up against great evil. Jeff really sells the hell out of it, and it really gives one hope before Act 2 cruelly yanks it all away. It likely only ranks so low because there's so much else good, but it's still one of my faviorites.
We open act 2 with a hilaroiusly jarring break from everything. See this was supposed to just be dialouge on the screen.. but the whole insane concept of Santa Claus Goes to High School was too fun and it's clear after all this time the Langs STILL love High School Musical, so doing a Disney Channel style number as well as a parody of those sort of movies for tweens was too tempting. And i'm glad we did as we got the holiday classic deck the halls of northville high. It's an energetic number that deserves it's own mini musical, hilarious, over the top, and greatly belted by Robert. The escalting insanity from the elves to "mr humbuger" just adds to it. It's so perfectly Disney Channel. Seriously make this a movie and have Calum Worthy in it despite being about 30 at this point. Do it. Do it now. if you've seen reboot you'l know why.
For those of you wondering what Santa Claus Goes to High School is it's exactly that: Santa becomes a teenager to get down with the kids, makes out with a teen.. it's pretty nuts.
Spekaing of santnta making out with a teen we get the excellent Take Me Back next, as Kim Whalen really gets to show off her pipes, and Dylan gets to show back. A nice sorrowful number about what could've been and what still might be as two old loves firmly reconnect. The interlude from Santa Claus Goes to High School and Jamies delivery of santa before she jumps robert.. fucking amazing.
We then get our first in a string of awesome villian songs and it's Lauren's turn to shine as she gets what seems to be her first full on Villian Song in the Starkid Catalogue and it was about damn time as holy shit does she nail it. Linda gets to show off her incredible ego as she demands your love and worship too… or she will end you. An all timer of a villian song, helped of course by "unless I get what I shit".
Next is "Do You Want To Play?". I admit it's not the most musically ambitious or clever of these.. but that's the point. It's simply a very creepy song sung by a wiggy possed Becky and Tom as they hunt poor Hannah. It's just supposed to be lightly enchanting and DEEPLY unsettling. It's easily one of the creepiest parts of the play.
Capping off this trilogy is Made In America. This is one that's grown on me at times as this is where things are at their most
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But over time i've come to figure it's a REALLY good song, with Wiley mocking humanity for making it SO easy for them. Honestly though it wouldn't work half as well without one man. Joey Fucking Richter. While this isn't HIS first villian song and Wagon On Fire is amazing and showed he could pull this off, it shows he shoudl've been given more because hot damn this one is good. It's his vocals that really bring it to life and make me love this one. There's really not a bad one among this soundtrack.
And then.. we get our title track, which is a VERY close second for my faviorite. Honestly it's hard to tell if I like this or doors are open better in part because their so very diffrent; Doors are Open is a goofy, brutal satire of Black Friday itself.. while Black Friday is a very dark rock solo about Lex comtemplating her life and how much she feels it's a waste, her relationship with hannah, and her oncoming death. It's throughly tragic, watching this teenager think so little of herself as she slowly fades away, and pointing out just how much hope Hannah gave her .. and how she'll have to be fine without her because "I'm leaving". It just.. destroys me every time and I let it EVERY TIME. Angela got to show off nicely with CalfiorniaMIA but this made me marvel at how amazing a singer she is. Goddamn.
The Monsters and Men Reprise is decent. Not much else to say, it's just a nice short song of hope after Lex hit her rock bottom.
If I Fail You is.. fine. It's another very typical ballad. And look being standard is fine, there have been some really great broadway numbers and will be. it's just that other ones like "Take Me Back' and "Monsters and Men on this same album are SO much better and so much more resonant. This is just kinda there and to me is the weakest of the tracks. While I feel Monsters and Men gets
Thankfully we cap off Linda before Becky caps her with "Wiggle" right after. Another amazing villian song this one darker and more cultish to show just how CLOSE she is to winning. Is it entirley necessary? Probably not. Would I cut it
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This song is another great showcase for Lauren and a banger of a villian song.
Then of course we have our finale, a truly awesome and haunting some from Kendall Nicole, a child actress whose a student of Kurts.. who fucking nails it as Hannah. It's a shame she coudln't come back for BLack friday 2 but she was awesome while we had her as this is a nicely haunting song that fits the darker town and bleakness of the ending: we wont' know if our heroes survivie or not… we just have to have hope. Did tommorow turn the night off? With a song this beautiful and hautning it dosen't matter. Shoppy Shop People
So finishing things we have our group of surviviors trapped in a mall, our cultists and of course our characters stranded ove rin subplot land to break down.
Starting off we have who I consider to be the best of the main cast, Lex Foster. The musical REALLY coudl've been served better focusing on her as the center, with Hannah or Tom serving as a secondary ala Emma, as she's easily the most engaging of the main cast. Lex easily could've been an edgy snarky teen sterotype as many teen dramas tend to have.. but instead is a character who while snarky and prone to doing crimes.. is throughly sympathetic and realistic. She's not jaded because she won't be a part of your system man, she's jaded because everything has failed her: her mother is implied here and confirmed in later works to be abusive, the school barely tried to help her , and the one teacher she DID like left and you can see both sides when she lashes out at Tom: Tom is coming to her for a favor after essnetially abandoning her.. but he had his own trauma to deal with he hasn't. You can't blame Lex for feeling abandoned but you can't blame tom for doing it when he was in no shape to help anyone most of all himself. It's just a tragedy of time, crucmstances and a system that dosen't give a damn about the kids it teaches some of the time. The teachers care and can try, but they can only do so much. It's no wonder Lex's plan is a desperate, shaky gamble, and one that may not even work if Pam bothers to call the police.
Yet despite the lashing out she genuinely loves her sister. Hannah is not just a tool to make lex feel better: Lex does muse "did I need her more than she needed me".. but her plan to run away would have NO risks other than the usual of trying to flee to LA using sketchy doll money if she left Hannah behind. It shows that while Lex may doubt herself.. she's a genuinely great caretaker to her sister and the one major scene they have togehter shows it: she chastises Ethan for calling her crazy, tries to calm hannah's panic attack down gently without snapping at or judging her, and clearly is only trying to calm Hannah's worries about the mall because she sees them as regular anxiety and not that mixed with end of the world doom visions. She loves her sis and wants her to have the best. Usually that wouldnt' include a kidnapping and I wouldn't condone this sort of thing but again, and it's left ambitious here if it's really that bad.. but trust me it is. Sometimes a terrible solution with clear consequences is better than no solution.
Much like Paul her self hatred only becomes apparent via song: It's not until black friday we get a full sense of how much this poor young woman hates herself and feels her death. Black Friday the song is brilliant in just having it stripped away: she feels there was "nothing to subtract" that she did and acomplished nothing and wonders if she even shoudl've wanted. It's a powerful give in to despair that makes MacNamara unlocking her powres and saving her so damn cathartic. Lex finally gets agency in her life nad kicks it's ass and it's beautiful to see, saving Tom form himself and wiggly.
Tom himself.. is a mixed bag. The idea is a good, a down to earth man trying to grapple with ptsd and raising his son and loosing his wife. The problem is in execution, Tom is just whatever the plot needs him to be or focus on, either being stuck in Jingle All The Way 3: Wow This Series Got Dark, or focused on becky. He gets some beauitufl numbers from Dylan but no real shape or form. He's a bit bumbling and tha'ts all we really get. Tom could be more and to the langs credit he's ab it more of a character in his next starring role Jane's A Car.. .and he also got to full on fuck a car so that helped. I just wish he was here. Dylan feels wasted in the roll, only elevating it because he's that good.
Becky also suffers from feeling underwrittne. She's mostly just
For most of the procediings. She does get a few standout moments. Her face when Linda just straight up tells her everyone knew stan abused her and no one cared
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Is devistating.. and Kim utterly sells the reveal that she killed stan and the whole monologue is sad and chilling. She's a tragic character, a woman who had her agency ripped from her by a monster, lost her chance with the preson she actually liked and even freedom has just left more people laughing at her and Becky likely terrified Stanely will find out again. There's a lot to her but again the musical just.. dosen't really focus on it outside of two scenes and her arc is just solved with.. shooting her arch enemy in the head
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It dosen't help her problems along, it just… is really badass. Which is nice but it'd be nicer if there was some sort of closure beyond bang bitch went down
Hannah again suffers from the same problme as the others: not enough focus, being more of a plot device. Like all these characters Kendalls performance elevates it and the poor child goes through hell, and KNOWS something like it is coming but everyone's convinced it's her possible disablity and not her psychic powers that ecaservate a possible disablity. She does get the great scene dealing with Wiggly and thankfully Hannah gets two nightmare time stories in the center to make up for this btu once again it's a great description for a character.. that gets to do nothing because this musical has like 20 stories to get to.
That said while the musical underwites most of it's characters to it's detriment… there are exceptoins. For all the heroes potetial being squandered our villians are fucking fantastic. And starting off we have Linda Fucking Monroe. She starts out broad, hilariously catty.. then horribly cruel, mocking becky over her ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP and calling her WEAK for it.
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What makes Linda work so well is that she's so evocative of the Karens we see all the time: the kind of asshole who asks to see a manager in the rudest way possible, will call the cops on a child with a sword because she dosen't like his skin, and will throw a hissy fit the second things go slightly wrong. We've all seen videos of Linda Monroes.. but at the core Linda shows wha thappens when your average asshole, if well connected and rich, is simply nudged in the wrong direction to being an absolute monster. The potetial was there, again this woman mocked someone for being an abuse victim.. but she dosen't quite seize it right away. It takes Uncle Wiley prodding her, pointing out the need to be loved and admired and her skill at manipulation to blossom her from cruel bitch to full on monster. It dosen't take a far push for someone to go from simply being a very, very cruel asshole to being capable of great evil.
It helps Lauren Lopez really hams it up. She's utterly horrifing when need be, wether it's when calling Becky weak or killing Frank, but she's also just hilariously over the top the rest of the time, but in a way that works: she's every entitled shithead roleld into one and Lauren just owns it. The fact she spends the whole play talking to her hsuband who waits out there for her for hours, and the payoff to that with Gary talking to gerald about the will is gold by the by just adds to it. Linda is both over the top but also compitent and ruthless. She knwos how to play the wigglyites, with the frenzy having helped.. but ont heir own they just woudl've been madened assholes, dangerous as seen with poor Ethan, but under her their an army, their her children.. and they almost win. She's not a super mastermind or anything, it stillt akes the lucky break of Lex coming right ot them for them to actually get the doll and had Lex not talked Tom down, the doll woudl've left the mall, but Linda still manages to turn a disorganized mob into a cult in a manner of hours with only a slight push and a promise of power. It's not a sign anyone can become bad with the right push.. tis' a sign a bad person can become life destroyingly awful with the right push and it is great.
Next is Uncle Wiley, aka MacNamara's friend Wilbur Cross, a former PEIP agent who upon meeting wigly was turned into his right hand, his mouth of sauron his number. one. guy. Since it takes some effort for Wiggly and his brothers to take form on earth, as we'll see as we get into nightmare time, he needed someone and for whatever reason Uncle Wiley took up the roll. Is he brainwashed? did Wiggly simply turn any evil in wilbur up? or was Wilbur Cross always just one push away from the dark side and Wiggly simply pushed him far enough. We still don't know and it's part of what akes WIley awesome: we don't know WHY he's like this, why he's so respected by an elder god that Wiggly fully trusts him with the plan and never talks down to Wiley or orders him around, treating him almost as an equal. It's clear whose in charge.. it's also clear Wiggly has so much faith in his frendy wend that he trust shim to carry out th eplan to the letter without going into his own agenda. To say his words for him before his big reval in the black and white. To trust his servants the sniggles to him as minons. Wiley is just as much a threat as his boss without nearly as much power and his mystery, while one I'd be curoius to se esolve, just adds to it.
It help's he's just charasmatic. At first seen as a goofy host and seemingly just a dleivery guy , the second he reveals himself as Wiley and shows up to Linda the switch flips> He goes from just another guy or a succesful toymaker.. to the devil himself. A manveloent tempter who simply takes what was in a person and gives it purpose and focus toward his dark lords ends. Joey Richter just projects this sense of unease to the audience, simply by being utterly calm. He takes everything easily and only really starts to project at his most when he sings, poitning out how huamntiy's own flaws and america's abandonment of it's own people gave Wiggly the weapon he needed. All they needed was the right package and a slight amplifciation from the magic. After all they needed to actually be AROUND the wiggly to become frenzied like most of the shoppers did. But it's human nature, greed and longing that let Wiggly in and all Wiley did was give them a solution to their problem. A need to fill a hole. And osmetimes that's all it takes. He's one of the most fascneating and haunting characters this franchise has put otu and I'm eager to see him again.
Finally we have Wiggly himself and Jon Mattenson, really tears it up as the friendy wend in chief. And yet he spends a good chunk of the play passive and not really talking, only getting two bits of dialouge, one in a commerical and the other failing to convert lex, and with people's own self destruction guiding thigns. It's not until Wiley shows up again and recurits Linda we get the idea Wiggly is the god he is.
And it works brilliantly: it reminds me of the first child's play: it's fairly obvious the doll is really behind this, especailly now said doll is a horror icon, yet the suspense of what's up with it, why is he not moving, and his true motives keep you hooked.. and thus makes when theyf inally do speak as themselves allt he more impactful
Case in point the bit with Hannah> Wiggly first appears as an illusion of Ethan, which Manion sells horrifingly well: while you know this really isn't ethan from minute one ti's not because well no doy, but because something's.. off about Evil Ethan. He acts like an unsettling evil jim carrey and not the ethan we knew: he's not laid back he's manic and just wants Hannah to split. it's truly unerving.. nad yet somehow and inanmiate (due to budget sadly) doll is even more terrifying. Jon delivering Wiggly's threat that "Your a rotten banana, i'm going to peel you hanana and SPLIT, YOU TO BITS", is so perfect, having that cutesy tone of a childeren's toy.. while being utterly terrifying. Wiggly is like if Chucky didn't drop the good guy voice and got his sweet jersey accent and it's unerveing as hell. A truly masterful new villian…. and the dawn of a whole new bunch of freindy wends to come and play. But we'll get to his brothers soon enough.. just not this time.
Frank Pricely is a fucking masterpiece. He dosen't last long, but Corey eats up every bit of screen time as this throughly unlikeable dick who gets his rightful commupance.. but not before again a giant gala musical number where he comes off as manager frank n furter, gives the fans all the pelvic thrusts they could want, brags about how greedy and horrible he is like mr krabs cloned himself but it came out human, and just utterly devours the scene. One of Corey's greatest parts and i'm Psyched to see him again in Daddy.. and they had to know what they were doing titling a frank centric story that.
So we've come to MacNamara and Goodman
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Yeah as I said the Peip stuff is fairly week. Mac himself is fine as always, hammy, a source of hope an da decen tbig good. You still come out thinking
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But I give Jeff Credit for being awesome as always. Sadly Curt Mega can't say the same. He tried his best, I don't place any of the blame on him and just from HEARING him from the soundtrack for Spies are Forever I knew he had a ton of talent going into this muiscal. President Goodman is just given nothing to work with. His only jokes are he's terribly qulaified for this crisis and he's a status quo democrat. He's.. nothing.
Thankfully we also get some great side characters. We get Ethan a mildly insetive but ultimately emapthetic and sweet boyfriend. Robert really does a good job making him charming: he and angela had great chemistry and you can see why Lex likes and trusts him, and despite being a tad insentive to hannah at first, helps calm her down and sacrifices himself so she gets away. His death is one of the most horrific and tragic moments in the hatchetfield universe, a teenager cut down in the prime of his life in a bloody and brutal way. Unlike the violence for the previous musical, we see the blood and see the poor guy slowly fade out. Truly chillling.
We aslo get the glory that is Gary Goldstien Attorney at Law. He was cleary created because while jon's main role was mickey he needed something else to do, it dosen't make him any less comedically brillant and it's puzzling that, as far as I can tell, he hasn't returned since so far. He's true comedy gold, from the goofy voice, to him gladly rerespenting two clients with conflicting intrests, to putting his tie aroun dhis head like a neckband to my faviorite thing his response to a groin attack being "ohhh right in the supoenas!" like this happens every day. He's a national treasure. The fact Jon used the SAME VOICE for one of his own characters, his BEST character, and says the two are brothers both makes this better, introduced me to the wonder that is venus please, and makes me hope Elmo gets backported into the hatchetverse. Behold his glory bellow
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True. Art. Finally for new characters we have sherman young. While i'm still sore Jamie Lynn Beatty STILL hasn't gotten a starring role, I mean what the fuck, she does get to fill Lauren and Jeff's usual slot of cast weirdo. I mean she shares it with jeff here but still, she gets to really ham it up as this creep and while he's not a great character, having a creepy manchild toy collector (note collecting toys dose not make you a manchild or a creep, wanting to fuck them and hoard them all for yourself makes you a creek) does make sense and him being the one to nearly kill lex assuming as a worker she's there just to serve him was still perfectly horrifying. Not Jamie's best, but as usual for this one not her fault.
We get a few happy returns. Besides Ted, Charlotte and BIll all showing up in the final number, we get MAN IN A HURRY. Because he didn't get to say i'm in a hurry last time… Nick just decided to make that one big joke so his entire personality is now I'M IN A HURRY, and if you think him being in a hurry at black friday is a bit of a stretch.. you haven't seen anything yet. And they coudl've coasted on this one joke and i'd be fine, but adding other bits for him from being a bit of a creep (again JUST SKIP TO THE FUCKING), and loudly shouting CHAOS REIGNS. It's a great showcase for Jeff.
We also get Paul and Emma back as mentiond and while their scenes are great we see both growth in emma and some peak awkward paul "We ar eintimate". It' snot much but it was fun to see them again. Not so much the NEXT time we see them again.. but. we'll. get. to. that. Our Doors Are Closed
Black Friday is a decent musical but it's a mess. The characters can be underwritten, the tone goes a bit too dark for it's own good, and the PEIP subplot needed vast reworking they didn't get or want to do. It's an ambitious work, but one that's kicked in the head by an overused running gag with it's ambition. I can't fault the Langs for going hard on this one, I just wish it'd came togethe rbetter. The bright side is.. furture projects did. While Nightmare Time keeps narrow character focus again, we still get big stories involving a whole ass theme park, time travel to a dystopian future, and an entire dreamlike finale. Sure it's all done over camera because pandemic and all that, but it still shows how they learned to expand in scope while knowing when to ease back and hopefully that stays now their back on stage. Black Friday is still VERY much worth watching though with great music, set pieces and coreography and the performers do thier best, it's just one of the more uneven works in this fairly new franchise is all. It's not even my least faviorite or anything, we'll get to that in feburary.
SO with that we close up the mall for the season, shutter the doors and prepare for the month ahead. I probably wont' be doing any starkid material in December, it's pretty packed and this works well as a christmas edition. I"ll be back hopefully monthly in january, as the nightmare time is gonna get you as we dive back into the first two episodes. Thanks for reading, consider joining my patreon, and have a good day.
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callmecarnage · 4 months
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HGFGFGFHFHHFHFHFHF
I was playing a game called Brawlstars and I saw THIS
WHY HE MOVE HIS FINGERS LIKE THAT
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ticklykitty216 · 1 year
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Hey, been a while since I sent anything, huh? Not sure If you plan on writing anything, but when you do, I wanna see something with any of the robotic brawlers!
(What’s this? Me? Finally getting to the asks in my inbox? ABSURD!!)
(I’m so sorry I haven’t done these, I lost my motivation for fics after Belle’s update, but now I’m back >:3c)
(Also you guys get to enjoy some fluff besides the actual tickling so you guys are getting FED tonight)
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Stu didn’t know how he’d become a guardian, but he wasn’t going to complain. 
It was common for brawlers in the same trio to live together but when it came to Stu ‘home’ was a tricky situation. Yes, he did have a house but he very rarely used his house, let alone was in it enough for it to be considered lived in. When you lived your life as a stunt dummy most of your days were spent in the robot maintenance section of Starr Parks getting put back together after a failed stunt.
So to be living in his house again for over at least 2 months now, and with other people now sharing the space with you is jarring to say the least. When Stu had heard about his new trio mates he hadn’t been too interested, during this point in his life a lot of stuff had lost interest in the stunt robot. He was just focused on his stunts and keeping the park goers entertained, but when he had actually met them and seen just how young and impressionable they were was a slap to the face, especially the youngest sister Bonnie.
Stu sobered up quickly and then began to panic from the state he’d let himself get into when Janet and Bonnie had shown up with basically no place to live (they had arrived at the park with little warning but had shown such prowess that the higher up had let them in). After many days of working and cleaning the neglected house (and keeping the robot out of maintenance long enough) the house had finally been in a livable state (for a human at least) to stay at. And after more months of decorating and bonding the house had become so much more lively.
Stu was knocked out of his thoughts when his sensors picked up the very familiar smell of something burning, he looked back to the stove top and cursed as he watched one of the pancakes he’d been making get burned and moved quickly to put out the piece of food. Once the fire hazard had been dealt with he cursed again as he threw it in the trash, he’d been about to get another one going when- “UNCLE STU!!” Bonnie yelled as she ran through the kitchen’s doorway, not having yet put on her boots, she stopped and slid a few feet before finally landing in front of Stu and wrapping her tiny arms around his middle in a hug. Stu laughed and patted her head “H-H-hey kiddo! Looks like someONES in a gOoD mood!” Stu said and Bonnie let go of him and started to stomp her feet in excitement “Today’s the first day I get to battle ALL BY MYSELF!!” Bonnie shouted and threw out her arms for emphasis. Stu laughed, “Good for you ki-kiddo!” Stu looked up to see a much more tired and less enthusiastic Janet walk in, she had her usual outfit minus the helmet and boots, her hair was a mess and she was moving much slower compared to her sister.
“Janet! Did you hear? Did you hear?!” Bonnie ran over to her sister and grabbed her hand with her sleeved hands and tugged on her towards the dinner table “Yes BonnieI heard, you wouldn’t stop talking about it since last night…” Janet said groggily as she allowed herself to be dragged by her younger sister, “Hey Stu…” Janet lazily waved to him. “Hel-lo Janet.” Stu said as he placed the remaining pancakes on a large plate and brought them over to the table as both sisters sat down. “Hey, there’s not a whole lot of pancakes here!” Bonnie said as she started to load pancakes onto her plate, “Yeah, and something smells burnt, Stu, did you burn the pancakes again?” Janet asked, seeming much more alert now.
Stu laughed nervously as he moved over to a cupboard “N-Noo-o-o-oo…” Stu said as he pulled out a can of oil and wheeled back over to the table and sat down. Janet looked at her plate of pancake and put 2 more onto Bonnie's plate, which she cheered to and Stu chuckled. They sat in silence for a couple of moments eating, Stu and Janet eating slowly while Bonnie was scarfing down her food, “Bonnie slow down! You’ll give yourself a tummy ache!” Janet said. “I can’t help it! I’m too excited to wait!” Bonnie said as she shoveled more pancakes into her mouth, Stu chuckled again “Yeah, l-liSTen to your sister.” Stu said as he placed the metal straw of the oil can to a small hole in his face where a mouth would be. Bonnie pouted but did as she was told.
Peace was restored, but Bonnie looked at Stu with a strange fascination. This had been the first time that they actually ate together in the same room as one another, and Janet and Bonnie had never seen Stu eat. Bonnie tilted her head “Uncle Stu?” “Yes?” “How come you don’t eat like the other robots?” Bonnie asked and Stu set the oil can on the table “I-I’m an older. Model. Of the roBOTS you s-see aro-ound the. Parks.” Stu said. “Yeah, but Barley’s an older bot and he eats people food!” Bonnie said putting another piece of pancake in her mouth, “Barley was uPGRADED to have a ‘b-b-better sto-o-mach’, iT CAN process human. Food.” said Stu. “And how come you don’t have the upgrade?” Janet asked this time and Stu put one of his arms around the back of the dinner chair, “To-o-o-oo expeNSIVE, e-especially when y-o-o-ou get as B-B-BUSted up as I dO.” Stu said and waved his opposite hand, as if to wave the thought away. “Is that why you still haven’t fixed your voice box?” Bonnie asked leaning over the table towards Stu, he, caught off guard by the question, coughed awkwardly and looked away “M-mAYBe..” Stu said and put the metal straw back to his ‘mouth’ and slurped at the rest of the oil. “Well I like your voice! It’s funny!” Bonnie said and put the rest of the pancakes in her mouth, “A-Ahaha.. Th-a-anks kid..” Stu said, but seemed upset. Stu wasn’t a bot to easily be upset about things, but his voice was a sore spot to discuss. He had a normal voice before, when he took an extreme fall and managed to knock his own head off from the force of him hitting the edge of a ramp and had lost bits of his voice box in the process, Pam had offered to replace the part but Stu didn’t have the means to repay her (he was already in debt to her for all the repairs she did on him, he didn’t need this as well).
Janet had picked up on Stu’s sudden mood shift but Bonnie had already jumped out of her chair and was pointing towards the front door, “Come on slowpokes! Let’s gooooo!!” she said as Janet got up and grabbed her helmet from the shelf next to the door “Calm down Bonnie! The events aren’t going anywhere, besides you still don’t have your boots on!” Janet said as Stu ‘stood’ up and watched Bonnie run over to the door and put her boots on “Come on, come on, come ooooon!!” Bonnie wailed impatiently as Janet took her sweet time to put her boots on. Stu laughed, “E-E-Easy the-r-re spitFIRE!” Stu said, putting the plates in the sink and tossed Janet her microphone. Bonnie huffed ran over and behind Stu and grabbed him by the hips to push him towards the door, “Let’s GOOOOO!!” Bonnie yelled and Stu, startled, put his breaks on and shrieked.
Janet jumped and Bonnie let go of Stu and looked up with fear and concern “Are you ok Uncle Stu? Did I hurt you..?” Bonnie asked and Stu could feel his internal fans kick on. Bonnie hadn’t hurt the stunt robot, but had rather tickled him, something he didn’t know he still was. “I-I-I-I Um, I yOU di-i-in’t hUrt- NO, I’m oKAAAAY?” Stu said, his voice glitching and fluctuating more than it normally did. Bonnie, confused, grabbed his hips again and this time Stu dashed forward and squealed, Janet laughed, “Was that you or your tire?” she asked and Bonnie grinned. “HEy! Do-o-o-on’t yOu have A MATCh t-to gEEeEt tO-OHOHO?!” Stu suddenly laughed as Bonnie placed her hands around his hips again and started to furiously squeeze the metal there.
“AAAHAH-AHAHA kiHIhIHIHIDdO NO-O-OHOHAHA!!” Stu laughed and hunched over as her tiny hands assaulted his metallic hips “I never knew you were ticklish Uncle Stu!” Bonnie squealed as she circled around to his front. “Me neither…” Janet said as she stepped closer to watch, “NEHE-heheHEE-ITheR DIHIHID I-I-I-IHIHI!!” Stu cackled and tried to wheel backwards but Bonnie followed his movements and her attack continued against the surprisingly sensitive area. Stu felt his sensors flare and his internal fan kick up a few notches to keep him from overheating but it did little to reduce the heat he felt in his face. Only Pam had known about his ticklishness, something he was embarrassed about, and he’d pray to whoever was listening to keep that a secret between the two of them, but now here he was having a child turn the battle hardened robot into a bunch of giggling bolts. “B-BOHOHONNI-EEEE NO-O-OHOHO!!” Stu laughed as he tried to pry her tiny hands off of him “KnOOHAHACK I-I-IT OoOOHOFF!!” Stu cackled trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “No way! This is the most amazing discovery ever!!” Bonnie cheered and moved her hands upward towards the bot's stomach.
Stu squeaked at the sudden shift and his laughter picked back up, “NOHOHO n-NOHOT T-T-THEHEHE-HAHA-HERE!!” Stu screeched, and he tilted too far back on his tire and fell backwards onto the ground “Stu! Bonnie!” Janet yelped in alarm and moved over to the two of them, Bonnie took this opportunity to pounce onto Stu to get better leverage and started to wiggle her fingers all over him “Where else are you ticklish Stu?!” Bonnie asked and Stu made a choked squeal at the feeling.
Stu was an absolute mess and was struggling to keep his hardware from combusting from the pressure (and embarrassment) from the situation “Tickle tickle tickle!! Who knew a robot could be so ticklish!!” Bonnie giggled and raked her little fingers over the middle of his stomach “AAAAAIEEEE-HEHEHE!!! B-B-BoOoOoHOHOHONNI-E-E! AHAHA-HAAA-HaHAhA!! NOHOHOoHoHoo M-MoOHOH-O-OHORE!!” Stu howled and (gently) pushed against Bonnie’s face in an attempt to get her off, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her after all. “NEVER!!” Bonnie squealed out and laughed along with Stu “Janet! Help me out here!” Bonnie yelled and Stu frantically shook his head “N-NOHOHO-AIEEE!!” Stu screeched and tossed his head back “JAHAH-A-A-AHANET DOohOHoHOn’T Y-Y-OU DAHAhAhahA-DAHAHARe!!!” Stu cackled and twisted side to side to try and shake Bonnie off.
Janet hummed and looked down at the two before she smirked “Sure, I’ll help…” Janet said and reached forward, “J-JAhahaAN-E-ET NAHA-” “-EEEEHEHEHEK?!” Stu opened his eye at the sudden noise and looked up to see Janet pulling Bonnie off of him and squeezing her younger sister’s sides rapidly. “JAHAHANET YOHOHOU TRAHAHAITOR!!” Bonnie squealed and kicked her legs in the air while Janet laughed “What? You said to help!” Janet giggled and swung Bonnie around and walked away with her flailing sister in her arms. Stu took the moment to catch his breath, despite not technically needing it.
Stu slowly got back up, and clutched the kitchen counter for support as he heard Bonnie shrieking and Janet laughing along with her. Stu followed the sound out into the living room as Janet now assaulted her smaller sister's belly. “JAHAHANET NOOOOOHOHO!! IHIHIHI’M GONNA BEHEHE LAHAHATE!!” Bonnie howled as she now tried to wriggle out of her sister’s grip, “Should’a thought of that when you were taking a crack at Stu!” Janet laughed and Stu (had he had a visible mouth) smirked and reached for Bonnie's ribs “P-P-Payback’s nOt so-o-o-o sWEEt is it?” Stu asked and Bonnie howled “NO-NO-NO-NOHOHO AHAHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!” she laughed and kicked her feet in protest.
Janet and Stu tickled Bonnie for a few more seconds before they let her go, Bonnie held her sides and giggled for a minute before she pouted “Yohohou guhuys are mehehean..” Stu reared back with a dramatic gasp, “M-MEAN?! YoU young M-M-Missy sta-a-arted this!” Stu said and waggled his finger at her “You’re not supposed to team up on me!” Bonnie yelled and flailed her long sleeves at the stunt dummy robot. “Hey! Shouldn’t we be going? Don’t want you to be late to your match right?” Janet said and walked towards the front door, Bonnie jumped up and quickly ran over to her sister “YES! Finally! Let’s go!!!” Bonnie said and opened the front door and looked up to Stu. “You coming Uncle Stu?” Bonnie asked and bounced on her heels “YoOoU two g-go ahead. I-I’ll ca-a-tch up.” Stu said and gently waved his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion.
“Ok, but you better show up!” Bonnie said and ran out the door to go find her canon, Clyde. Janet looked at Stu and put a hand on her hip “You ok?” she asked “Y-Yeah, why?” Stu asked and tilted his head slightly “I dunno, you seemed upset earlier and your voice was glitching like crazy!” Janet said with concern “O-Oh. Ye-eah, I’m fine, do-o-on’t worRY ABOut me.” Stu said and gave her a thumbs up. Janet opened her mouth to say something when Bonnie shouted something and Janet looked out to her “COMING!” Janet said and closed the front door behind her.
Stu stood in the middle of the living room and let out a sigh, “H-H-How did I-I mANAGE tO Get stu-u-ck with THose crA-A-A-Azy kidz?” Stu laughed and grabbed his cape and headed out the door after his trio mates.
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(UNGA BUNGA I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD)
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sarahplantarthe1st · 7 months
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Another spongebob parody redraw!!
This time it's with Jenny telling Brad about her taking Sheldon to senior prom and she's excited about it so she "pinches" (I put it in quotes because in that one episode, "This Time With Feeling", she had the disability to feel; but used nerve endings just so she could feel anything tickly or painful, even if she used them without Nora's permission) herself to think that she's dreaming, but it turns out that it is actually real (and no, she isn't in her dream chip mode, either, so shushhhh)
And this is another robotic nerve ending that Jenny has been keeping a secret since the events of "This Time With Feeling" (season 1 episode 11b of mlaatr) when she was unable to feel things and only had the ability to feel tickle and pain (besides her right armpit ofc). Since that wasn't seen in the episode I just wanted to add it in for the fun!
Even if she doesn't have that tickle/pain switch on her back anymore she'd still feel pain if there was something that hit or got onto her metallic skin (like in that episode "Saved by the Shell" - episode 12a of season 1 - when she felt acid on her hand. Hey at least that there was some continuity after the previous episode which was cool! I know most of the episodes are out of order but you could piece the continuity of the plots somehow like the foreshadowing of cluster prime for example which had its own tv movie which is still one of my favorite mlaatr specials) or anything ticklish (I don't recall her being tickled in episodes after TTWF but she felt more pain than senses of being tickled. But she does say it in video games that have her as a playable character so I guess you could say that she does feel tickle, still - even if she got hit by Hugh Neutron throwing a pie at her in all star brawl or a ren and stimpy log being thrown in front of her kart in slime speedway which explodes); so she could feel pain or anything ticklish on her body even if her mom had busted her for using those robotic ending nerves without her permission. Now that's something that I'd love to see if there were ever a fourth season. Jenny feeling even more tickle and pain without the nerve endings, even if she still does feel pain without them (but not tickle mode).
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dollytraiter07 · 8 months
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"Top Dogs" are banned now, and those who consume it for the buffs or simply the tastes will be punished. Via the new experimental Floatie Stocks for 1 hour. In this case, the authority figures of the water park: Buzz and Doug are the first to test it out...
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anniektheyoutuber · 3 months
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MY BELOVEDS ARE:
-Dione (solarballs)
-earth (solarballs)
-Jupiter (solarballs)
(And everyone else in solarballs)
-8-bit (brawl stars)
-Lou (brawl stars)
-ash (brawl stars)
=3
(>_<)
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