mike wazowski

comedian

[themikewazowski]

quccnofhcxrts​:

His enthusiasm was on a completely other plane of existence to her own and it was becoming more apparent that the two of them were completely mismatched on almost every level. But that hadn’t stopped their triage before and it wasn’t stopping her from stepping in a little closer. toward him when Mike said he had missed her ( whether or not that was true ). Even though he was being somewhat ridiculous where anyone could see him, Genevieve was entertained to say the least at his commitment to a bit. Lifting her glass to her red lips, she smirked as he sang the last line, taking a sip before answering. “None that I’m aware of - you sound like you have some ideas though.”

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Flirting to Mike, like comedy, was all about noticing green lights. Seeing what worked and what didn’t adapting to the crowd, and, based on the way that she stepped closer to him, he knew he was killing it. After all, Genevieve was a woman who knew what she wanted, and he felt the same sprig of hope he had the first time she’d decided she’d wanted him. Did he have a thing for powerful women? Most likely, but that was what made them the perfect match. He lifted his own glass, taking a sip of his own as he watched her do the same. After subconsciously licking the remnants from his lips, he shrugged. “Well, I suppose I could come up with something...” He trailed it out, as if it’d be a hard task, bowing his head for a moment before lifting it again, stepping an inch closer with a playful smirk. “You, me, fireworks exploding in the distance? You don’t have to believe in magic to witness a miracle, m’lady.”

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hadesniketas​:

Well, there’s a pest he hadn’t expected to see. The comedian. If Hades remembered correctly he’d gone to the club a couple of times asking for a chance to present on stage. An although comedy was a lucrative business, Hades did not enjoy comedy of the trash kind, rather hoping for more refined laughter inducing comedy. Frowning he choose to evade approaching him, or being seeing anywhere near him. Head cocked to the side, hiding his face behind the glass of orange juice in his hand.  @themikewazowski​

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Well, there’s a grinch he hadn’t expected to see. The club owner. After Mike’s pleas for even five minutes of mic time had been turned down (for the third time), he’d stopped frequenting the joint, preferring to spend his money where he was wanted. It came to mean that he only ever got smashed at the House of Mouse, but the atmosphere was less ominous there, anyways. Now that they faced each other, in the middle of neutral ground, Mike couldn’t stop himself from crossing the short distance. “Hades! The man, the myth. God, and here I was, starting to think undimmed lights would turn you to dust.” It was true that he’d never seen the man outside of the club, but the brunet was quick to assume that was due to the inherit lack of social skills he’d been greeted with before. Hiding behind orange juice wasn’t a great sign of change, after all. “Long time, no see, dude! Still trying to pull off that miserable, unimpressed look, huh?”

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quccnofhcxrts​:

Genevieve looked him over, amused with the bold choice of outfit but at least it all matched - some credit due ( not a lot of it ). The woman had to wonder why he was chasing down the champagne like it was going out of style but it didn’t seem like much of a concern in the long run, not to her at least. And with her help he’d been able to catch it like a dog catching its tail - a win-win. A wave of emotions swirled across his features before landing in what she assumed was supposed to be somewhat relaxed and she couldn’t help but smirk in return. The pun was…painful but he had managed to make her laugh before, who was to say it wouldn’t happen again. “Was I supposed to visit? Do you miss me or something?” Gen asked, a raised brow as she took a sip of her new glass of bubbles.

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It was truly a wonder how Mike didn’t run into Genevieve more often; the island wasn’t large enough for strangers, unless they were purposeful, and the guy wondered momentarily if she’d been trying to stay away. But, her smirk led him to believe she might have just not actively sought him out. Which, he could work with. It wasn’t a complete shut down, after all. Sidelining the fresh glass in his hand, he focused his attention back on her with a now cheesy smile. “Miss you? How could I not! The House is not a home, when there’s no one there to hold you tight.” He spoke, his confidence bar refilling slowly as he passed the initial shock. “And no one there, you can kiss goodnight.” He continued, singing the last line in the swooniest R&B voice he could muster. When he glanced back at her, having been distracted in the false dramatics, it was with a touch of his own smirk. “Say, do you have plans at midnight?”

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It had been a great show, all things considered; his iffy bits resonated, new jokes got a solid response, and there hadn’t even been any hecklers. Well, aside from Claudette (predictable), and the guy glued to her side the entire night. Mike would have brushed it off, but when he saw the man alone at the bar, he couldn’t help but to walk over. The question earned the reaction he’d predicted, though the guy made him wait a long moment for it, and he smiled contentedly while nodding to his friend behind the bar for his own drink. “You don’t have to, because I will.” Mike glanced back at him, taking in his cold exterior. If he looked close enough, he swore he could see some cracks. “The deer fly because people believe in them!” He explained, palms pressing into the edge of the bar as he grinned at the brunette. “That belief enables them to bring Christmas to all the good boys and girls of the world, rich and poor.” Mike smiled widely in thanks as his drink was placed in front of him before his grin redirected back to his companion. “But reindeer, like me, have fragile egos, and you being mean hurt mine.” A questionable transition, but he’d just performed a whole set; sue him. His lips turned down into a fake pout with the words, eyes falling as he picked up his fruity drink. “And by doing so, you could have taken Christmas away from all of the nice boys and girls in this bar. Say, you don’t want to be the grinch, do you?” His gaze flickered back up to the man’s face while he pinched the straw lightly, pulling it to his lips for a long sip. @hansoftheisles​

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quccnofhcxrts​:

Coming to the ball on her own left Genevieve to her own devices - which was what she preferred. She circled the room as though keeping a mental note of who was there and where they were, pausing now and then to make conversation. Stopping in front of a waiter, she swapped her empty glass for a new one, eyes falling on another figure who seemed to have the same idea. “Mikael…it’s been awhile.” Genevieve purred, taking in the man standing next to her. // @themikewazowski​

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As Mike usually did at island events, he was making quick work of the open bar. It wasn’t like he needed the confidence bump, of course; it was just easier to settle into his night-long comedian persona with a steady buzz to support him. This time, he’d had to trail the waiter across half the room, weaving between questionably sober swaying bodies, before someone finally halted the guy’s motion. Mike could’ve waxed poetic to his savior, if the voice hadn’t been recognizable, instead causing a look of pleasant surprise to cross his previously annoyed face. “Genevieve!” He recognized, tone nothing akin to that which she had greeted with. However, his mind quickly caught up, and he did his best to school his lips into what he hoped was a carefree smirk. “Too busy to visit? The club doesn’t have the same Gen-e sais quoi, without you.” He said emphatically, motioning like a satisfied Italian chef while trading glasses with his other hand.

[themikewazowski]

“All that glitter, and a golden personality to boot?” - Mike, about himself

[themikewazowski]

As the second day of the festival was coming to a close, Mike slowly sipped the bloody mary he’d spent too much. It had been fun, and uneventful in the way an event should be, and sleeping the morning away had chased off a bit of the hangover. Now, it was just up to hair of the dog and good company. Checking the time on his phone impatiently, he couldn’t help but wonder how ‘6 pm sharp’ didn’t mean the same to everyone. Maybe that was an overstatement, however, considering who he was waiting on. “Dan!” He called urgently, ushering her over with her hands. She appeared right as he reached second into line, and with how long it had taken him to reach this point, there was no way he wanted to do it again. “It’s a good thing I haven’t gotten you anything for Christmas yet because you need a goddamn watch. Making me wait? Making me wait? The Great Wazowski waits for no one, you inconsiderate slum.” Mike monologued as soon as she stepped close enough, anger false but basic anxiety very real. “This was supposed to be the one time I got to trick people into thinking I’d won you over! Sitting hand in hand, smiling over hot alcohol and moving through the park at an abysmal speed... You cheated me out of my time.” He whined, actually frowning as he offered out his free hand childishly. Dani had never agreed to play house with him, actually, but she had agreed to go on a sleigh ride with him, and that felt synonymous. @dragcndani​

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dragcndani​:

An eyebrow arched in clear confusion, it takes Dani a moment, like it usually does, to understand what Mike is rambling about. When she finally catches up she can’t help but laugh, as always mildly amused by his antics. Dani was perfectly aware of the irony in her costume, and it’s no surprise that it only took a few hours to be called out on it. “First of all, I’m a total angel. I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life,” she smiles sweetly, batting her eyelashes innocently as though it’s any act anyone would buy. “Second of all, you’d be lucky to die and see someone as hot as me.” The blonde gives his back a reassuring pat, playing into the act for a moment. “But yeah, of course there are mini wieners in hell because mini wieners suck,” she scoffs, finally answer his question. “You need to up those standards of yours, Wazowski.”

The corner of Mike’s mouth twitched at her laugh, having to force down the instinct to bask in others’ amusement. And, maybe the fact that he was struggling so hard meant he needed a therapist, but he’d made it this long without one. Though he’d never admit it, he knew Dani had a good heart. But, there was more to an angel than that. “Are you kidding?” He asked with fake incredulousness, eyes wide in her denial. “If you were an angel? My, how you’ve fallen... Tell me, does Lucifer like his ass kissed first thing in the morning, or right before bed?” Any faux seriousness crumbled in the shadow of the question, and Mike playfully smirked as she patted his back. “Please. There’s a reason they say ‘hot as hell’, and post-death sex? By definition: god tier.” It wasn’t like he needed to confirm his spot on a higher power’s naughty list, but sacrilegious quips were a specialty of his. Legitimately frowning at Dani’s derogation of the food, he shook his head like a petulant child. “Size doesn’t matter, Dan. Ketchup, mustard, jelly... It’s all about what you do with them.”

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chaoticplagg​:

It took everything in Plagg not to shrug Mike’s arm right off of him - but he knew that would just spark complaints from the other man. And that was not something he wanted to deal with right now. There was silence at first as Plagg waited for Mike to speak, and finally he did. “Who said I’m not having fun?” he counters, taking another bite of the cheese danish he had been enjoying in solitude minutes before. “Trying to have a moment’s peace. But that doesn’t seem like it’ll be happening now.”

Was Plagg having fun? He didn’t look it, but then, Mike wasn’t sure he’d ever seen glee on the older guy’s face. He wasn’t sure he’d seen anything other than blatant disinterest, actually, but when had that ever steered him away. “You just did,” he said, lips twisting up cheekily at the ability to use the question against him. A danish didn’t exactly scream fall festival to the comedian, but seeing the brunet eat quelled his fears that the man was a walking, talking robot. The clapback had him gasping in mock hurt, though his walls were built just high enough to take them as a joke. “Dude.” With that, he removed his elbow from the shoulder and took a step away, lifting his arms to the side as though this was the pivotal moment in a terrible romcom. “If I don’t bring you peace, then tell me to go! I’ll walk away. Vanish. You can pretend your life is just as exciting without me in it.” As though the words were irrefutable, he confidently dropped his arms and took a step backwards, lifting an eyebrow comically. “Is a pastry worth more to you than I am?”

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“Oh, no...” Mike slow drawled out, taking in the woman across from him. “No, no, no.” He lifted a hand to motion to her costume, head to toe and back again. “If you're an angel, then heaven isn’t real. We might as well debunk divine intervention because no God would have created you in his image and given you wings.” He explained, glancing up at the sky before back down at her again. “And here I was thinking there was hope of a glorious afterlife, filled with harps and gold and endless mini wieners.” It was a strange lament, but one that brought his hand to his heart in sheer disappointment. “My mini wieners....” Mike dropped his head in mourning before lifting it again, only to shake it. “Are there mini wieners in hell?” @dragcndani​

[themikewazowski]

Mike approached the man from behind, only to rest an elbow on his shoulder as he came to a stop beside him. He glanced over with a patient smile, waiting for a moment in hopes of acknowledgement before realizing that he’d have to initiate the conversation himself. “Plagg.” It was enough of a greeting, and with that, his head twisted to look around the busy square. “You know these events are intended to be fun, right?” When his head turned back to the other, he leaned more of his weight onto the shoulder, smiling wider. “It’s not a crime to smile. Laugh. Happily embrace my presence, which you have yet to be gifted outside of your office.” It was a long shot, given how much Mike knew about him, but it was worth a shot. Regardless of the creep factor that had initially drawn his interest (though that would still take form in a bit, someday), and his perfectly cold demeanor, he didn’t think the guy was actually evil. In fact, he’d become one of his favorite people to bug, if only because of his witty comebacks and sarcastic remarks. “You look like I sneezed on your steak. What’s up?” @chaoticplagg​

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dragcndani​:

Spending Saturday evenings at the House of Mouse isn’t necessarily Dani’s idea of a good time. She firmly believes that she’s too hot to sit in a comedy club listening to subpar wannabe comedians tell painfully unfunny jokes, but it’s where she finds herself anyway. Even though she gives him a hard time, she’s happy to support Mike, who as far as she’s concerned is the only comedian in this place that actually knows how to tell a joke. When the night is finally over she’s deeply relieved, a few drinks being the only thing that gets her through the thing, but she feels obligated to stick around for a few moments longer rather than booking it to the exit. “Wow, that set was actually pretty funny tonight Wazowski,” Dani smirks as he approaches the bar, giving him the highest compliment she had. Any more praise than that simply doesn’t work with their dynamic, and she firmly believes that any more of a compliment will go straight to his head. They certainly don’t need that. “But for making me sit through a whole hour of your comedy, I think you owe me a drink.” // @themikewazowski​

The words came from behind, but Mike’s proud smirk was already present as he turned to face the blonde. “A compliment and an insult all at once? You really know how to tease ‘em, D.” The success of his sets often influenced his mood after, and the fact that the audience had been so responsive tonight left him on something of a high. It always helped when he recognized people in the audience too, but admitting to the woman that she’d aided his show in any way was not on brand. “One might argue that guaranteed admittance and VIP seating for my set is a gift in itself.” The words were loud but light, a touch of playfulness only found in late night bars and clubs. Still, he turned around enough to catch the eye of his friend behind the bar, pointing towards Dani for the drink request. It was enough; she came to his shows enough, and expected post-show drinks enough, that the staff had learned her order. They’d learned his was anything free and boozy, but leave it to Dani to have better taste. “With all those wisecracks, maybe you should be the one on the stage.” He stated as he turned around, patting the stool next to him. “And then, you can be my Sugar Mama! Buy me fruity drinks, call me pretty... I’ll even wear red, since it’s your fave.” He continued on, wiggling the bottom hem of his shirt that was its usual, clean shade of black.

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edatheowl​:

Watching the corny devil horns fall to the stage floor, Eda just smirked as he very excitedly reacted to her offer. “We could do wings if you want, but makeup is overrated. Everyone will be doing that. I was thinking something more… magical.” Without even thinking about how the man would react or worrying about the possible consequences of being so open with her powers, Eda drew a small circle in the air with her pointer finger. As her hand moved a glowing light floating before her. With a small popping sound a few fireworks suddenly burst in the spot the circle had just been. It was a small party trick she’d learnt at a young age and used now to prove her powers to potential new clients. “So? What were you thinking exactly? I need details.”

Mike was half ready for this woman to take him on a field trip to the nearest costume store. It wouldn’t have been the weirdest day ever, or even the weirdest day he’d had this week, but all assumptions fell out the window when the glowing orb presented between them. “Magical,” he repeated evenly with wide eyes, before the soft explosion of fireworks brought him back to real life. Or, as real as that was. “Magic.” He repeated, before swinging his legs beneath him to kneel. “Magic! You have magic?” He asked loudly before catching himself. Was that public knowledge? Probably not. He leaned closer to her and spoke quieter, still with absolute incredulousness. “You have magic. Like, Sabrina and her two aunts, magic. Matilda on crack magic. The reason a boy who lived in a fucking staircase got seven movies, magic.” It probably wasn’t news to her, but it sure as well was to him, and he leaned back with a blow of air. They were playing a whole new game, now. “You might just be the love of my life.” In the moment, it might not have even been an overstatement. Still, he gave her question more thought, and when he finally responded, it was with full faith that she could bend the laws of nature. “What about a cyclops? One man, one eye?”

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wildxmoonxchild​:

Glimmer was just going to the club because she knew it was quiet at this time, and sometimes it was a good escape when she just needed a place that was a little less loud so she wasn’t being fueled by a high energy environment so she could not be too hyper. Plus they had some good food there. She sees the guy crouched over some costumes. “What’re you doing?” she asked, sqautting in front of him. She tilts her head, examining what he’s working with. “Hmm… lots of people find clowns scary. There’s also the unsettling kind of horror where you just seem slightly off. What are you being scary for?” she asked. He heldl up the horns, and Glimmer shook her head. “No. They’re cool, but not really scary.” 

Mike nodded along slowly to the girl’s words, weighing the pros and cons of going as a clown. “You don’t think it’s been overdone though? Well, ‘it’ being clowns, not ‘it’ being It, the clown. Pennywise costumes are so ugly, there’s a reason the dude hides in sewers.” He explained with a grandiose hand motion, failing to embody the classic monster but succeeding in dropping the horns. For the best, perhaps, given her immediate denial of them. “Right! Cool, not scary.” He nudged the costume piece away as though he’d been on the same wavelength and was only asking for validation. No horns then. Leaning back onto his palms, he let out a sigh with a half defeated smile. “Every year, me and a friend compete to see who can come up with the scariest costume. We did it for fun originally, just to scare our drunk classmates, but he’s won for the last four years. Only time I have was when I actually fell and gashed my eyebrow open.” He explained, not mentioning that he waited to go to the hospital until the next day because he was too excited over his victory to care.

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edatheowl​:

Taking a break from the shop, leaving it in King’s care for a few hours, Eda had head over to one of the only open spots she knew she could get a drink at this time. There were a few bars that could have done the trick too, but The House of Mouse was closer and likely wouldn’t suck her in for as long of a period as time as somewhere like The Snugly Duckling would have. Or at least, that’s what she had thought until she entered the building and found a man sitting up on the stage surrounded by boxes and discarded pieces of clothing. Approaching him, she called out to what he was doing and once she received an answer both eyebrows flew up. “Scary yet fantastical?” she parrots back, looking the pile over and realizing that none of this would really fit that description. Especially not the stupid fake horns in his hand. “No. Not even a child’s gonna believe those are real.” Glancing around to double check that no one else in the lounge was really paying attention to them, Eda stepped forward and leaned across the edge of the stage. “If you really want somethin’ good, I think I can be a bit of assistance.”

Though the question was more rhetorical than anything, Mike found himself nodding in response regardless. “Exactly.” ‘Scary yet fantastical’ was the source of every great monster, and villain, and Halloween was the one time a year where being either was not only socially acceptable, but encouraged. He’d thought he’d nailed it last October, after covering himself in body paint and convincing Dani to help him nail down a Medusa headpiece, but the fake blood just got into his eye and gave him an infection. Lose some, win some (or so he was told, as he couldn’t vouch for the latter). Though the woman was a total stranger, Mike was surprisingly disappointed by her dismissal, and the cheap plastic made a sad, hollow clank when he dropped it back onto the stage. He was ready to give up for the day, or at least grab a drink, yet when the blonde leaned over the worn wood, he found himself subconsciously tilting closer as well. His eyes widened at her following statement, with a new flicker of hope, and he suddenly found himself grinning excitedly. “You are wondrous! Stellar! What’re we talking ‘bout here? Wings? Makeup? I don’t think purple’s my color, but am open to persuasion.”

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Why did Mike use the House of Mouse for storage? That was a great question. There was a decent amount of closet space left in his and Sulley’s apartment, but they tried to reserve that for shoving miscellaneous items into when having guests over. Also, the basement of the club held very little, aside from excess bottles of liquor and broken chairs, making it the perfect place for his holiday boxes. There was one for Christmas, and one for Easter (mainly full of the cheap plastic eggs they’d used to make candy hunts for Boo when she was younger), and four for Halloween. They weren’t decorations, however. After he’d toted the last of the boxes into the main lounge of the club, mainly empty at 3 pm, he began pulling out random clothing pieces one by one, deciding today to solidify this year’s costume. He’d been at it for an hour, placing items together in hopes of finding something, but he was practically losing his mind by the time anyone asked him what he was doing. “I’m looking for scary.” He stated simply, still kneeling on the stage as he gestured his hands over the two foot pile of fabric and plastic. “Maybe with a certain level of fantasy, like Bowie in Lazarus, but still guaranteed to make your young child run.” Mike declared, picking up a pair of bloodied horns. “Yes or no?”