My version human dwtd 2
(They are around 16 years old)
Loopy Tanaka,Zany Tanaka, Ruckus Owens, Boffo Loco Barrera,Madcap Williams,Dumbbell Morrison,Dingy McPherson,Stupa Silva
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But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps
Martin Whitly x GN!Reader
Summary: Dr. Whitly accidentally discovers the name you have him under in your contacts. He's... conflicted.
Soundtrack: Saddy Daddy-o by Artimus Wolz
Requests: Open!
Warnings: I dunno, it's Martin Whitly. Can be read as Daddy Kink but isn't necessarily intended that way.
You thought you could trust Martin with your phone. That was the whole reason you'd had the guard hand it off to him. You'd just needed to run to the restroom. That was it. How much trouble could he possibly get into in the, at maximum, two minutes it took you to run there and back?
Apparently, a lot.
Walking back into the room, you immediately knew something was... off. You weren't sure how, but there was a subtle difference in the air. When you turned to the guard, he gave you a look as he leaned forward to pass your phone back.
Martin was uncharacteristically quiet. Your attention turned to him, and you finally saw the expression he wore -- something caught between disgruntlement and bemusement.
"What's wrong?" you asked, and you wondered if maybe something had happened with Malcolm or Ainsley. Had they had another falling out? Could that much damage really have happened in the two minutes (max) that you were gone?
"Murder Daddy, huh?" Martin shot back, tone casual but eyes belying the emotions roiling away underneath his nonchalant act.
You stiffened, clutching the phone to your chest. "Wh... wheeeeere did you hear that?" you tried to cover, forcing a smile. "Did someone on Twitter call you that?"
"No..." he said, and he sounded remarkably like an admonishing parent, and you realized that this was literally the worst time to get turned on, but hey -- you'd been naughty, apparently. "You did."
The disappointment in his voice was palpable, and you whimpered. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, I know, little lamb," he chuckled darkly. "But I'm not interested in an apology."
"Y-you're not?"
"Oh, no," he told you, moving to a stand and pacing to the red line that separated you two. He was painfully close -- tauntingly within reach but unable to be touched. You could feel his breath ghosting across your skin, and you were dangerously close to drowning in his eyes. "I want to know how you're going to make it up to your Murder Daddy."
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The heisters occasionally hold ‘Slides Parties’.
The premise is very simple - any heister who wants to participate as a presenter can do so. They must prepare and present a short PowerPoint presentation on the topic of their choosing - and it can, indeed, be on absolutely ANYTHING - under 10 minutes in length, and then their captive audience are free to ask a few questions before the next presentation.
Of course, sometimes the presentations descend into chaos, because the presenter is a chaotic entity - nobody expected Duke’s presentation to be of this sort.
“Well,” Duke began, smiling broadly at his audience, “it’s so wonderful to have the opportunity to talk to you all about my passion - art!
“But I am no fool. I know not everyone shares my appreciation for paintings and sculptures.” He sighed, as if disappointed in his coworkers.
“So that’s why I thought I’d share with you my favourite - and I’m trying to use language all of you will understand - horniest art.”
He clicks the mouse, and this image appears on-screen:
“First, we have Perseus with the head of Medusa by Cellini. Lovely work, truly - but perhaps we ought to rename it Perseus with a bubble butt. I believe it was Sydney who taught me that, ah, delightful phrase.”
Sydney nodded, grinning and cackling to herself in the corner, a can of beer clasped loosely in her fingers.
“Now-” Another click -
“Does anyone know who this is?”
Immediately the heisters began shouting out various theories.
“Jesus!”
“The angel Gabriel!”
“BAIN!”
Raucous laughter, followed by a hollow beep, and: “I wish.”
The suggestions continue, until finally someone gets it.
“My next Grindr hook-up!”
“Satan-”
“Yes! This is Lucifer, the fallen angel, the devil Himself.”
“Damn,” Sokol whistled, leaning forward on his knees with his elbows, “really do wish he was next Grindr hookup. He’s a... handsome devil.”
Duke managed to only show one more picture before his time was up.
“This has all been rather... male centric so far. So, how about the Ecstasy of St Teresa? Uh, literally.”
“What,” Hoxton asked, once the uproar had somewhat died down, “err. What’s got her so...”
“She’s having a religious experience, of course,” Duke answered, barely able to contain his own laughter. “She’s having a most holy, spiritual moment, Hoxton.”
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Omggggg we really don't talk about the tetris video enough. "I know you don't wanna hear this but I've got it for you" excuse me...huh?! WTF DID YOU JUST SAY SIR?! I mean that seems pretty tame compared to joking about bush fucking and threesomes but I was SHOOK in 2018
where in the tetris video did they say that??
but overall, 2018 has so many iconic quotes, i feel like in every video. i just rewatched 4 randomly and oh my god, nothing is straight there and never was. i really hope they play overcooked again even tho i know my ears are gonna regret it.
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Today’s Random Sing Related Brainrot
Let’s just acknowledge Buster and Mrs. Crawly are the only staff at the theatre in Sing 1.
Like, they’re the only ones we see working there full time (there were hired contractors and actors but not any other office workers and the contracted workers were no longer employed). That means, they make up every department. Every single one. Including HR (or would it be AR for Animal Resources instead of Human Resources). Just stop and think about that. They run the HR devision.
And since from the fact that the troupe were featured in every new show as well as being introduced as such the theatre’s representatives in Sing 2, we can infer that they are all under contract. Meaning they’re employees. And all employees have to go through some form of HR training before starting.
Therefore, I headcannon:
Buster just played every Dumb Ways to Die video he could find as New Moon Theatre’s HR training. Ash, Meena, and Johnny immediately took bets on who would end up in the ER first. Ash won (Gunter, 3 days later, hit his head on stage).
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