A/N: Just a little nonsense based on midnightcaptions's stamp collection doodles on Tumblr (check my AO3 for the link).

I lost my writing spark overnight one day, and I'm trying to get it back. I consider this extremely sub-par for my writing...but, I'm tossing it out to the internet anyway.

Established relationship Drakgo, because I can do what I want. Silly, nonsensical, and vaguely NSFW. Probably a bit bland. You have been warned.

Mark of (Dis)Approval

"It's not gonna work..." Shego muttered half to herself as she finished setting up the camera equipment.

"It's my greatest plan yet!" Drakken said, also to himself, oblivious to his side-kick's skepticism.

Shego half-smirked as Drakken began posing dramatically in front of the camera, the bright lights she'd put up causing the blue of his skin to stand out even more than usual.

"I will give it to you Doc... No one else would think of mind-control adhesive."

"Of course not! Because no one else pertains my genius!"

"Possesses..." Shego corrected, turning the camera on the tripod to follow Drakken's movements. "Will you hold still?"

Drakken didn't hear her, continuing to gesture broadly as he ranted about the new plan. He had created a substance to put into the adhesive of postage stamps, so that whenever a person licked a stamp they became subject to his and only his suggestion and control.

"Once the market is saturated with stamps bearing my ruggedly handsome features—"

"I'm having flashbacks to 'Lather, Rinse, Obey,'" Shego groaned, growing increasingly frustrated as she struggled to get the blue-skinned man in the frame.

"Ah yes. But the problem there Shego, as our temp informed me on our conference call the other day, is that it was too obviously evil."

Shego blinked, both in surprise and offense that he'd listened to that meddler Perkins and not to her when she'd said the same thing.

"People will be attracted to these images, as they will show off my best features," Drakken continued, pausing in his pacing in front of the green screen to finally pose dramatically, hands on his hips, chest and chin out as he grinned smugly.

Shego attempted to focus the camera on his face as she bit down on the urge to make a quip about the kind of things people are typically attracted to. She held her breath...and right as she pushed the shutter button, Drakken moved again.

"Make sure you get my good side, Shego," he said, as she looked at the blurry image of just his jaw on the preview screen.

"Rrgh!" she growled. She moved her thumb over the 'delete' button and then stopped. She looked again as Drakken struck another pose, and then moved out of it again to continue his rant before she could have possibly taken the picture, oblivious. She looked at the blurry image of the lower half of his face.

She smirked.

"Don't worry, I will," she said, snapping more photos as he moved in and out of frame.

"The pictures should not only show off my manly good looks but also be...inspirational. Inviting confidence and having a certain appeal."

"Mmhm..." Shego agreed, looking at a horrible shot of just his hairline.

"The trick will be replacing the other stamps at post offices with mine," he said, putting his hands behind his back and pacing in a small circle.

"There's other places besides post offices that sell stamps... Themed collector sort of things, you know?" Shego intimated as she aimed the camera below his waist as he paused with his back toward her.

"Shego. Are you getting my good side?" he said, suddenly whirling around and spoiling part of her fun.

An idea struck her.

"You know... I think you should branch into other markets for selling these things."

Drakken paused and blinked at her in confusion. "Come again?"

"Yeah. Don't narrow your options so much by just trying to sell these at the post office. You could sell them at villain conventions, music stores...adult stores..."

She had tried to slip the suggestion in casually, but Drakken halted his pacing again as his head whipped back to look at her sharply over his shoulder.

"What?" he asked curtly as she snapped another picture.

"You know...broaden the market, to more than just suburban families."

"But those are the people I need to control."

"Yeah...and...probably a good idea to also get those who already tend toward the villainous?"

Drakken turned fully and crossed his arms with a frown.

"You just want me to take my pants off on camera. It's the shampoo commercial all over again!"

Shego swallowed nervously and then committed with another smirk.

"Can't take your pants off until that coat comes off. After all...you wanted me to get your good side."

Drakken stared her down, but it wasn't long before he broke with a smirk of his own and began unbuttoning his coat.

The next several minutes were spent with Shego capturing ironically better photographs as both of their attention had shifted to a different kind of evil. Some laughs were had when Shego made Drakken turn repeatedly, feigning uncertainty to whether his bare front or back was his good side, until the discussion had ended with Drakken demanding to see her 'good sides' as well, the camera forgotten for the night.

It was brought back the next day however, with Drakken deciding that Shego's idea of branching out from the formal portraits needed more than naughty photos, but themed and candid as well. After too many hours of costume changes that included his rap persona, his pirate persona, and a cringey Oh Boyz cosplay, Shego decided to get candid photos of a different variety.

It wasn't the picture she'd snapped of him drooling in his sleep that had upset him, nor the one when he'd slipped on a screwdriver and fallen square on his rear in the lab. No, it was when she'd flung open the bathroom door and caught him seated on the toilet, he quickly tossing aside the action figures he'd been playing with, that had finally shifted the man's focus from the plot itself to revenge.

Drakken wasn't the least bit sneaky about it when he walked up to her in the lab to get an awkward closeup with a small disposable camera. Shego's hand had blocked the flash in her eyes as she insisted they were done with that, but the mad scientist was not deterred, managing to capture an equally disconcerting image of her snoring in sleep, head tossed back, mouth wide open, and hair wild. His attempt to catch her in the bathroom however had ended in the door exploding in green flame, and after grumbling repairs were made, a truce was called.

It didn't stop Drakken however, from slipping some awkward photos of Shego into the stack of the ones he had approved for use on the stamps.

He never saw Shego furtively add her own choices.

A few days of relative calm followed after their photograph-taking antics, but those were broken one afternoon when Shego was startled from her peaceful tanning under a sun lamp in the lab by a furious shout from Drakken.

"Shego! What is the meaning of this!?" he bellowed from less than ten feet away.

Shego glowered at him from where she'd been disturbed on her lounge chair, lowering her sunglasses on her nose so he could see how perturbed she was. The blue-skinned villain was equally furious, storming towards her and waving some small pieces of paper with lots of blue on them above his head.

"This had better be good," Shego growled.

"My mind control stamps! These pictures are horrible!" he cried, waving the small stamp book in her face.

Shego's annoyance began to fade as she saw the ridiculous results of her labors.

"I dunno Doc, I think these photos really capture the real you," she said after he'd dropped one of two sample booklets in her lap.

"The only place these are fit to be sold is a two-bit jokes shop," Drakken said in a fluster.

"Mmmh these ones could go to one of those other places we talked about," Shego replied with a smirk, admiring one of Drakken's bare midriff. "Or I'll just keep them for one of my albums."

"Your what? Oh...well you know, these aren't bad," Drakken said, adopting a smirk that matched hers.

Shego craned her neck to see the page he'd opened to and found that somehow he'd slipped in some photos of her. Thankfully none of the inappropriate ones, but she caught a glimpse of one of her wearing her pajamas and robe with her hair looking like she'd just touched a live wire.

"Get those out of there!" she said, lunging for the stamp booklet that he held away at arm's length before she could fully see the others of her he'd managed to include.

"It will appeal to a broader market, Shego," he said with a mocking smirk.

She grit her teeth and growled, hating having her words tossed back at her in a way that, unfortunately and atypically for him, made sense.

The argument continued for days amid the printing of the final stamp booklets at a factory that was being managed by none other than their on again, off again temp, Hank Perkins, who of course supported Drakken's position on the matter. But it was a debate destined to remain unresolved, due to one of the young temp's chosen markets for the stamps—the teen music scene.

Drakken's hip-hop stamps were among the biggest hit in the sales, but they unfortunately gained unwanted attention from one particular teen. The too-brief fight with their red-haired nemesis resulted in the factory exploding, sending a confetti of stamps raining down around them all as sirens wailed, heralding yet another defeat.

Drakken was still insisting the plan would have been successful a full week into their prison sentence, until they received a handwritten missive bearing an unfamiliar yet unsettling image in its upper-right corner. A vein in the villain's neck began to throb as his fingers tightly gripped the card they'd received in the mail, his teeth bared in anger.

"What's that? Hey!" Shego asked, snatching the postcard out of Drakken's hands before he could render it unreadable. She looked down at the neat scrawls on the back and her eyes narrowed.

'Ron has really taken to the novelty stamp market, thanks to you two. We'll send more postcards when he fills out his next book.'

Shego read over the words written on the postcard again, her eyes lingering on the bold pen strokes that had signed the brief letter in a capital 'K.P.' Her brow was furrowed in confusion until she flipped the card back to the front and more clearly saw the stamp in the corner. It was a photo of Drakken's handcuffed wrists, the police cruiser and a few flames in the background from when Possible had caught them and destroyed the factory.

She wondered how the image had even been captured, let alone made into a stamp so fast. But she couldn't think about it long due to Drakken's ranting breaking into her recollections.

"Shego! Are you even listening? This is an outrage! A humiliation!"

She took a deep breath.

"Look on the bright side, Dr. D. If Stoppable is making villain novelty stamps now..."

"This is— Hn?"

"Maybe the next one will be Dementor in the paddy wagon."