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wildbluesorbit · 3 months

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Wounded IIS || JTK

…a continuation of London

18+mndi

paring: Jake!reader(f)

LONDON MASTERLIST

A/N: I hadn’t noticed until later that the last 2k words of Wounded II cut off. It isn’t much but it’s plot so without further ado, here’s the last scene. Please let me know what you think !!

Content Warnings || mentions of a toxic relationship & night terrors, pillow talk, previously said boner lol

Word Count || 2k

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His warmth cores against your back and bakes through the rest of your limbs. You readjust to try and let some of the cool night air ventilate between your warming bodies, but Jake only moves with you, tucking you further into him.

“Jake,” you whisper to no one conscious.

He doesn’t budge. You wait for panic to pour into the room. But it never does. The need to squirm away from Jake’s touch never forces itself on you. Instead, you linger, daring to defy your limits.

You melt back into his embrace and keep the tempo of his rhythmic breathing, huffing against the shell of your ear.

In the past year, Jake has thoroughly sunk under your skin, and it finally resonates this whole time you had been missing your best friend.

You turn your head to view the moonlight pouring in through the window, catching Jake’s cheek and nose and relaxed pout. You swear he’s never looked this serene. You almost want to unpack and settle your life here; to pin the moonbeam in its place to see Jake at such a still in the light’s beauty all the time.

That is until he grinds his hips against your backside, revealing his hard-on pressing into your flesh. Again to your surprise, you find yourself pressing into the sensation. For this small second, you allow yourself to enjoy laying with him, especially because you aren’t ready for anything further.

“Jake,” you place your hand over his and squeeze.

He slightly stirs until you whisper his name again. Taking advantage of his new privilege, he cranes his head down to featherly press a pucker against your shoulder, angling his hips to where you aren’t being prodded any longer.

His sleep-coated voice rasps against your skin, “Are you okay? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

You whisper to ease him out of his freshly awoken state, “Why are you back so soon? You aren’t supposed to know I sleep in here.”

“I’ve known since the first time you were home alone,” you feel his sleepy smirk stretch across your skin as he revisits a memory you do not share, “I always find your socks on the floor.”

His answer catches you off guard, “Oh, well thank you for not making me feel bad about it. I thought I was stealthier than that.”

“I thought it was cute,” he yawns, muffled by your shoulder blade.

You slowly pave the subject towards your burning questions, “Did everything go alright on your trip?”

“Yes, we just finished ahead of schedule and I wanted to come home and see you,” he hums against you and squeezes you a bit tighter.

His sweetness suddenly makes you red and ugly with shame, “I’m sorry you came home to that. It must have been unsettling.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he sleepily scolds, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you’re not some scary monster that’s going to shoo me away. You’re dealing with a lot, I get it, but you’re not a lot.”

“Okay,” you don’t say anything further on the subject at the risk of tears.

He then asks just like he always does, “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” you dodge and swerve into your inquiries, “Want to talk about your outburst the other night?”

“Not really,” he returns your tone but gives in, “but I suppose we must. I am so so, really, very, terribly sorry. And this is not an excuse, just an explanation. I was very drunk. I didn’t mean a word I said, I was just lashing out.”

“I was never mad at you,” you admit, “just hurt.”

“You have every right to be, I should never have said those things,” you can hear guilt clawing at his every word.

Yet, you can’t help but wonder where the root of his words stemmed, “Are you mad at me, Jake? You know- about all those things you said?”

“No, no, angel,” he is quick to weed that notion from your mind, “I could never be mad at you. I was mad at someone else and I was not in my right mind and you took the brunt of it, I’m so sorry.”

“Josh told me what happened at the bar that night- what that girl said to you,” you feel him physically cringe around you as you confess your knowledge.

“Josh- I swear if his mouth was any bigger he’d be-,” Jake grunts next to your ear.

“No, I’m glad Josh told me,” you come to his twin’s rescue, “he put some things in perspective for me.”

“Well, as much as the sound of my brother ‘putting things in perspective’ for you terrifies me, I didn’t want to tell you and you feel like it was your fault,” Jake counters.

Rightfully so, as you had immediately assigned the blame to yourself.

“Jake do I-,” you hesitate, not sure how to ask without upsetting him, “Does it embarrass you when you show up without- Do I embarrass you?”

“Please, don’t ever feel like you embarrass me,” you swear Jake’s frown and creased brown are audible as he sternly shoots down the theory, “Quite the opposite. I just miss you is all. I miss feeling you by my side. I miss leaning over to tell you stupid thoughts that cross my mind. I miss having you out with everyone and seeing you enjoy yourself and play along with everyone’s antics. I miss looking down in the pit at my shows and seeing you with your hands in the air. I miss you dancing without giving a shit as to what anyone else thinks. I just hate seeing you confined to this house.”

Your first instinct is to be offended but you know he is right. And you don’t want to ever discourage him from being honest with you, especially about what is rattling around in his head.

“And I’m not trying to pressure you because I will be here whenever you are ready,” his voice becomes a small soft thing that urges you to cradle it, “I know we never talk about it but I always think about us.”

“You shouldn’t be waiting for me,” you quip, pricked by guilt at the amount of affection his words harbor for you.

“You speak as if I can look in any other direction, angel,” he muses and laughs through his nose, “The very thought of you sparks electricity.”

“Jake-,” you can’t help but fuss, “you don’t get it. I don’t know when or even if I'll ever be ready. Time is a precious thing. Don’t waste yours on me.”

His fingers absent-mindedly begin to fidget with the hem of your shirt as Jake carefully strings together the articulation of his next thought, “I don't claim to know or even understand what you're going through, I just want to help in any way I can to get you through it. Because you will get through it, that’s why nothing I do for you could ever be a waste. But I need you to completely forget the other night because I promise I am not going to hurt you.”

His last words ring in your ears. You know you are guarded but you hadn’t even registered that’s exactly what you had been doing to him. Brick by brick, you were slowly succeeding to somewhere cold and isolated, trapping yourself in the exact opposite of where you needed to be. You are certain the issue does not lie within a question of trust, Jake is probably the only person you do trust. Yet for a reason that has no name, it's still not enough to let him all the way in.

“Alright, Jake, you know I trust you,” trying not to lead him on, “but I have seen the way your hands twitch in your sleep now. I just don’t think I’m any good to you- to anyone. Not right now. Not like this.”

He runs his fingers up and down your arm,

“Like what?”

Josh’s words come crashing wildly through your head once again. Jake’s faith in you is set in stone. It isn’t a matter of if for him but when you’ll come around. You want more than anything to be by Jake’s side again. After the way Jake has cared for you, all you want is to deliver his faith into his reality.

The only real thing you find yourself coming back to is Jake. He is the only thing you never find yourself fighting to care about in a world losing its color. He is never a chore or a burden. And in such a confusing season, he is the only thing that has constantly held value in your realm.

If trying to overcome for only yourself is not working, maybe you could try facing your fear for a friend. All you ever want to see is Jake happy, and to be the reason for the smile on his face would only help you heal.

“Jake,” you whisper his name, not even sure if you can even form the next words on your breath but already too far into your thought to turn back, “the next time you go out- maybe- I want- I might- I’m going too.”

You can hear him straining to tame his sudden spring of serotonin at the thought, “Are you sure, angel? You have nothing to prove to me.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, Jake,” you proclaim in overconfidence, “I'm more than sure.”

“Well, I’d be more than ecstatic to have you join me,” he fits the crease of his hand into the dip of your waist and squeezes, “but remember, no rush, no pressure.”

“Unless it's a flat party,” you quickly blurt out the stipulation, “I’ve had enough flat parties for a lifetime.”

“Completely understandable,” he nuzzles back into you and yawns, indicating his next wave of dormancy, “I think we’re going bowling later this week. We can abuse our power to rent a few lanes. Should be quiet and secluded. Can’t wait to see you there.”

You can’t help but wonder if you’re making a mistake. This time you presented a seemingly confident front. What if this time you diminish his hope in you? That is if he hadn’t already seen right through your facade.

“Sleep now-,” Jake yawns out fragments, already slurring into slumbering, “I’ll keep you safe.”

You shoo away the swarm of “what ifs” long enough to fall back under a drowsy spell once more as Jake instructed.

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bolliancat · 7 months

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I'm back :D

This was inspired by my fake scenarios about the Antichrist theory. Based on a video of 'Billiesghot.snc' on tiktok.

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Copia x F!Reader

W: Blood, killing, antichrist, fluff, established relationship, light mention of sex.

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Antichrist

There he was.

Covered in blood.

Papa Emeritus the Forth.

Or was he?

You don't know.

At his feet, Saltarian and Imperator. Both dead. You were shocked, of course. How far would he go to achieve more?

"My dear," you heard him saying, and your eyes met. He didn't seem like him, but all you could see was him. "You're afraid."

"Not of you."

He seemed to search the truth on your eyes, "Of what, then?"

"For you."

That was truth. You were afraid of what could happen with him. It didn't mattered for you that he was holding a knife covered with the blood of his mother. You weren't afraid to die.

But you can't lie: the thought of him killing you passed through your mind.

"For me?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. You wouldn't call him weak. He knows it.

"For what can happen to you-" Your voice broke just from the thought.

The corner of his lips lifted in a small smile. He stepped in your direction, a small step just to test the waters. When you didn't flinched or stepped back, he walked towards you.

The knife was still on his hand, you noted.

If that's how you would die, if it was your lover who would end you, you only hoped that he would have a good life.

Standing in front of you, he gently caressed your cheek. "Lost in thoughts, tesoro?" He asked with that side smirk that you loved.

You leaned to his touch, afraid that it would disappear with how featherly it felt.

He smiled, running his thumb on your lower lip, glad to see how prontly you opened your mouth to him.

"Always so willing to give me what I want..." He mumbled with his eyes fixed on your lips. "The sorella who's eyes always searched for me, even when I was a Cardinal..." He had a different tone, a thoughtful one.

Like he was wondering if he should kill you or not.

"Tell me, amore mio," he started, eyes searching for yours. "How would you live with the devil's son sleeping beside you?"

Better than you think. Happier than anyone can imagine.

"If it's you," you murmured, lost in his mismatched eyes.

"If it's me?" He insisted, hand moving to the side of your neck.

"I love you," you breathed and he chuckled.

"I know." He replied, remembering how you tell it every day. Just in case he forget.

"I don't want to lose you." You whispered, not trusting in your voice to say it louder without breaking. He tried to pull his hand back, but you held it, and he, for the first time on this night, saw fear in your eyes. Not because of him, not because he was holding a knife covered with the blood of his own mother...

But fear of him leaving.

He laughed. His sweet sorella, the one who smiled at him right from the beginning, since she arrived the Ministry, the only one who she smiled at, was him. That poor, fool Cardinal who nobody cared.

She did. Right from the start, she did.

How could he leave? How could he even think about leaving his amore alone?

"Always so sweet..." He pondered, "I can still remember the disgusted face of your friends when you first helped me." He caressed your hand with his thumb, looking directly into your eyes. "You never cared about who was around you, you always smiled at me."

You smiled almost automatically. "I always cared more about you." He nodded. He knew it, over everyone in that place, you always chose him. Always on his side.

He smiled, placing an almost shy kiss on your lips. He was still your old, kind and loving Cardinal.

No matter how confident he was now, how sure of himself he was now. No matter that his mother was dead on the ground while he smiled lovingly at you, he was still your Copia. Antichrist or not, he is your Copia.

The knife was still firm on his hand, though.

"Are you feeling good, cara?" He asked, looking at you with those eyes. The same eyes that shone with tears the first time you told that you loved him.

Your eyes dropped to his lips. The same lips who peppered your face with kisses the night you accepted to be his.

"Yes." You whispered, looking back into his eyes before looking at the knife firm on his hand. You sighed softly, trusting him. "Are you-"

"No." He interrupted, "not you. Never you." He said, dropping the knife on the ground and cupping your face on his bloody hands. The sound of the metal echoing on the room relieved your nerves.

He smiled. Your face. Your beautiful, soft and innocent face, covered with blood. The blood who covered his hands. You were even more beautiful like this.

"Red suits you," he pointed. He already knew this. How many times you used that dangerously short red dress just to test his limits. How he was always so careful to take it off your body, not wanting to ruin it just for you to use it again and tease him. Oh, how he loved you.

"I can say the same about you." He wasn't so different, his papal paint ruined with blood drops.

He chuckled, placing a lingering kiss on your lips.

You almost instantly opened your lips for him. Always so receptive, he thought. His tongue joined yours in a beautiful and sensual dance, the kiss becoming more passionately with the second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands automatically rested on your waist, so familiar with the place.

As you broke the kiss to catch your breath, you smiled at each other. "I want you," he whispered.

"I want you, too." You replied, pressing your body against his. "I need you." You corrected.

He chuckled. "Always so needy of your Papa, eh?" Pretending like he wasn't just like that for you.

You placed a kiss on his chin. "Always."

Antichrist or not, we will always love our Copia.

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It didn't go as I planed, but I always melt when I write him.

I hope you liked it ♡

#cardinal copia #copia x reader #ghost band #the ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa x reader #papa 4 #papa copia #popia #papa emeritus the fourth #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv x female reader #papa iv

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jodsx1x · 2 years

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can i please get a derek imagine or bullet points with prompt 17 or 12?? thank you so much’

always you ꨄ d.h

‘’i want you. not her, you.’’

of course! thankyou so much for the request, i hope this is okay! ❥

trust is always a hard thing. when everyone you thought you could trust betrays that trust, it’s hard to gain it back again. so when derek & you got together, you had to pre warn him of those trust issues so he was aware.

he was amazing about it. he’s patient, caring, understanding. he completely understands those trust issues and does everything he can to help you.

you know you can trust derek, and he knows that you do. it’s just when certain things happen, or you get thrown into certain situations it becomes more difficult.

so when derek started getting trained by a hot assassin, your mind went crazy. the long hours of then two alone, her staying over a couple times, walking in on him shirtless and her in just a sports bra. anyone with trust issues would go insane.

and you know it was just a training session, he got sweaty and just took his top off, she’s comfier in the sports bra. it’s totally logical, but your mind started wondering and the overthinking began.

when you started getting more and more in your head, derek was getting worried. giving him the cold shoulder, being more quiet than usual. he was stressed, doesn’t know what he did wrong.

so tonight, laying in bed with him with your back turned, tears welling up in your eyes as you try and stay completely silent. being stuck in your own head is one of the worst feelings, like being at constant war with yourself. the back and forth, ‘nothings going on, it’s totally just training’ to the, ‘but what if he starts to like her and something happens’.

your light sniffle alerted derek, and he was immediately cuddling up into your back, rubbing your arm with a, ‘hey, hey what’s wrong? look at me”.

reluctantly, you rolled onto your back and started at the ceiling with tears rolling down your cheeks. his knitted eyebrows, slight pout on his lips as he stares at you, trying to understand what has made you so upset.

‘talk to me, baby. please tell me so i can fix this’

‘it’s stupid’ you sniffled out, ‘you’re going to think i’m crazy’.

‘i would never think you’re crazy. please, just tell me sweetheart’

his hand gently rubbing up and down your waist, his other arm propped him up in his elbow near your head, his hand playing with your hair in attempt to calm you down.

after a few silent minutes from you, he spoke up. ‘i think i can guess what’s happening, here’ he whispers, pressing a featherly kiss to your forehead. ‘it’s about braeden isn’t it?’ he murmurs, and the tears falling even quicker from your eyes and the way your bottom lip quivers is enough of an answer for him.

he let out a light sigh, using his fingers to move your chin gently so he can look at you properly.

‘baby, please tell me you don’t think anything is happening with us?’

‘i don’t, i know it’s completely fine but my head keeps wondering off and i’m picturing all of these images of ‘what ifs’ and it’s just driving me crazy’ you choked out, wiping away your tears.

‘oh, sweetheart’ he starts, ‘you know i only have eyes for you, don’t you? you know her and i are just friends. i want you. not her, you’

you pout, connecting your eyes with his. ‘but what if she likes you?’

‘and so what if she does? that doesn’t matter, what matters is how i react and you know if she tried anything or came on to me, i would throw her out of the loft and disinfect my body’ he says with a small smirk, trying to make you smile.

‘i know’ you sigh, nodding slightly and feeling a little embarrassed.

he continues, ‘don’t worry about it, sweetheart. i know how your pretty little head works’ he grins, ‘but you need to know absolutely nothing is happening there except her just teaching me to use weapons, okay?’ he says softly.

you nod, smiling up at him feeling a huge relief. ‘i love you’ you murmur, leaning up and pressing a kiss on his lips.

he hums against your lips, mumbling an ‘i love you too’ onto them.

i hope this is okay!!! ꨄ thankyou so much for reading and for the request again!!! x

#derek hale #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #teen wolf imagines #soft derek hale #teen wolf #derek hale promts #jealous derek hale #derek hale smut

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moonctzeny · 2 years

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hi angel 💕

can you please do taeyong + accidental stimulation please? 🥺

taeyong + accidental stimulation

genre: smut

wc: 667

warnings: semi-public sex, mutual masturbation

a/n: omg sara I feel so so bad for making you wait so long 😭 it's been a while since I've written anything so I'm really rusty but I hope you like this!! 💞💞💞

You can feel the deep bass of the party music resonating through your bones. The catchy beat is infectious enough to have you swaying along to the tempo, the drink you just downed numbs your thoughts just enough to not care who's watching. You don't mind the person who does, though.

Taeyong appears behind you so smoothly that it startles you for a second. The calloused hands that now run over your hips you know all too well. It's the same skillful hands that have drawn all kinds of pretty shapes over your most sensitive spots. The same hands that blur the line between friends and whatever the hell you become with a simple text when you're lonely. Hands that have had handfuls of you. The pads of his fingers are soft, triggering goosebumps on your exposed skin as they move lower. Whatever is poking your lower back, however, is hard.

"Really now? I didn't even do anything", you ask him incredulously, begging your voice to stay stable as he starts to grind into the softness of your ass. It feels like you haven't seen him in forever. You had no idea how much you've missed that overpriced cologne of his, seeping into your clothes from the close proximity.

"I love the way you look when you dance like this."

You don't like how much control he has over you at this moment. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on edge as they're kissed by his breath. Pushing your ass out, you circle your hips right over his member, disguising the provocation as a dance move.

"Like this?"

The hiss he lets out feels victorious, yet the way he harshly brings you closer by your waist lets you know you're about to lose this war. You're not sure who leaned in first, but you know you two had the same brand of whiskey from how bitter his tongue tastes. Blindly stumbling through the busy hallways, with lips still moving against each other, you miraculously find an unoccupied bathroom to hide inside.

The dull pain on your tailbone as Taeyong shoves you against the sink feels like nothing compared to the lust that overtakes you. He didn't need to whisper how much he needs you in your ear, you already know, yet you swear you'll never be able to forget the sound. If you were back at his place, you'd just rip at his clothes, strip him off of it all, eliminate every single barrier between the two of you. Instead, you settle for the next best thing, hastily undoing the buttons of his jeans until your hand fits inside the stretchy fabric. You relish in the deep moan that's coming from the back of his throat, wrapping your palm around his swollen cock before pumping him slowly. Feeling the need to reciprocate, he lets his hands travel underneath your skirt, pushing your skimpy panties aside until his index presses against your clit.

You thought you needed him inside you, but there's not enough will in this world that could have you ask him to stop. Not as he adds another finger, letting it slide easily through your folds, embarrassingly wet at this point. And you know Taeyong loves how you play with him too, eyes tightly shut as you spread his precum all over his length, squeezing your fist a little tighter whenever you reach his tip.

The way you share a shaky breath, lips featherly touching, is barely considered a kiss. Staring into his blown-out pupils, with sweat collected on your temples and tears welling up your eyes, you moan out his name as you cum. Ropes of white start to trickle down your knuckles just a few moments later, his hips staggering as he thrusts into your fist to ride out his high. The silent promise of a second round gets interrupted by an angry knock on the door. Not like that can stop you.

"This party sucks. Wanna get out of here?"

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kingdomhate · 3 months

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Childhood Promises (Part 2)

The beginning of the year and semester preparation was always a time of rambunctiousness. Diagon Alley bustling with magical children, witches and wizards from all ages and grades rushing to get their supplies or find something that might pique their interests.

It was coming up on the beginning of year for you, now in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You had decided to go get your needed items with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. The family had used Floo powder to travel and after finding Harry in Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, you were sure to follow the one of the most important rules of travelling by Floo: Speak clearly.

As Mrs. Weasley heads off with Ginny, Mr. Weasley with Hermione's parents, Percy wandering off and Ron, Hermione and Harry exploring, that only left George, Fred and you. What better to do than spend time with your two childhood best friends? "So, what shall we do?" Inquires George, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Fred shrugs. "How about we go check on that little joke shop you guys fancy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds good." The twins recite in unison.

And so the three of you set off, occasionally pointing to something that would interests you all. At the same time you guys pass an empty alley, Fred and George manage to slip in with you and place you against the walls, moving close to your face. You let out a surprised yelp but then quickly settle down. "What's this about?" You question. "Just wanted to spend some time with our best friend." Fred replies in a falsely innocent tone, his hand tracing around your waist. You stare at them, puzzled. "We need to get our stuff, and hit up the shop, why're you trying to procrastinate?"

George sighs and points to the nearby shop of Borgin and Burkes, revealing a boy you had spoken about frequently in your last year, the boy whom you proclaimed to be in love with. You let out a mix of a huff and scoff, partially embarrassed that they had managed to remember what he looked like, but also not believing how they did. "Remember our promise?" Whispered Fred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah, but he was from last year, how does that count?" With a wide grin, George replies. "It just does, sweetheart."

And with that, Fred began to practically devour your lips in that passionate, fiery and possessive kiss you had found yourself longing for unknowingly. You had responded immediately, your hands flying to find purchase on either of his cheeks, urging him subtly. His hands roam your body with no real aim, but the heat rising between you both was almost palpable. After a few scorching moments, he pulled his away, his lips went and red with the ferocity in which he had dived in with, he panted slightly, taking in a huge breath. You stared up at him, not able to form words to describe or even knowing what to say after something as speechless as that.

George takes this moment to gift you with a mesmerizing kiss of his own, his finger sliding under your chin, lifting it up featherly. He leans down, pressing a hand to the wall of the alley in which you were against and another to your upper waist, holding you steady while capturing your lips in a sweet, everlastingly tender kiss causing electric sparks to seemingly emit from every one of his touches makes contact with your burning skin. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta go back to Mum or she'll flip, think we kidnapped Y\N or something.." Urges Fred, tapping George on his shoulder as he strolls out of the alley. With a grumble, George reluctantly pulls away, following Fred out of the alley with an hand on the top of your head, ruffling it playfully.

Your thoughts dwell on the heatedly jealous kisses from the twins and you smile to yourself, biting your lip slightly as you both finally go to regroup with the Weasley's and begin to gather your supplies.

Awaited Part 2!

#fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #harry potter #fluff

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rubbersoles19 · 6 months

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How would you describe a timeline among the events that happened in the 7 AM EST universe?

Drake is born

+3 years: Diver is born

Drake enters high school and becomes friends with Oxford Bully

Drake graduates high school and leaves St. Canard

Roughly 4 years later, Drake returns to St. Canard and he and Diver begin production on "Darkwing Duck"

+3 years: Diver is involved in the car accident that kills Dr. Thaddeus Waddlemeyer. Drake meets Waddlemeyer's orphaned granddaughter, Gosalyn, and adopts her. Within a few months, Diver is "killed" in another car accident. Suddenly one night, Drake packs up and leaves St. Canard and "Darkwing Duck" with Gosalyn. Without their lead producer and star actor around, the show is cancelled before the season 3 finale.

+5 years: A Darkwing look-alike sets fire to the old DW Studio. Drake and Gosalyn return to St. Canard which has been declining since "Darkwing" shut down. Portia Featherly begins a smear campaign against Drake, revealing 1st person accounts of the cruel way Drake used to treat everyone involved in "Darkwing." Through various attacks on them by Detective Slick Adder and the Beagle Boys, the Mallards meet the Muddlefoots, who hand over the journal that Portia was pulling the accounts from. While trying to figure out who wrote the journal, the Mallards also meet Flintheart Glomgold, who is trying to buy the Studio and "Darkwing." After Gosalyn and Drake both get the chance to read the journal for themselves, Drake reveals the truth to Gosalyn. Gosalyn, along with the Muddlefoots, are later kidnapped by the Beagle Boys while Drake watches a news special hosted by Portia, who interviews the alleged "Phantom." He reveals himself to be Diver, whom Drake had forgotten completely in a mental breakdown. Drake, as Darkwing, goes to the Studio to confront his brother. The Muddlefoots escape, but Drake and Gosalyn are nearly killed. Portia and Slick turn against Diver - "Negaduck" - who then kills them while getting himself killed. The Studio burns to the ground. After recovering from their injuries, Drake and Gosalyn are approached by Scrooge McDuck's lawyers, who was the original investor in "Darkwing" and is looking to recoup his losses. Flintheart shows up and tries to steal the property, but is thwarted. Scrooge himself then shows up, and hires Drake to start another production company under McDuck Enterprises. Drake and Gosalyn go back into the business, purchase the home next to the Muddlefoot's on Avian Way, and start their new life.

+3 years: Drake's production company, Posiduck Productions, is in full swing, but their most recent project, Evelyn Eternal - a film written by him and Gosalyn and is partially autobiographical on Gosalyn's part - is plagued with bad luck. The director, Alba Reacher, insists that Gosalyn play the lead and Gos's best friend, Chickpea Featherlight, becomes Gosalyn's personal assistant. Launchpad McQuack has been hired as Drake's PA, and together they leave St. Canard to film on location at a mountain lake. Before they leave, Elmo Sputterspark, the original "Megavolt," shows up and joins them. Rocky Faverolle, the designer of Posiduck's new headquarters, continually stalks the set and Drake. Drake, secretly, is dealing with a new medication for his aggressive, early on-set alzheimer's. The hired captain to handle the film's boat, Max Goof, befriends them, and Alba continues to pry into Gosalyn's personal business, especially her parents. Chickpea learns about the Knights Paddling, an alchemist cult centered in St. Canard. Drake fires Alba, kicks Rocky off the set, and takes over directing himself. During the final stunt of the film, Gosalyn is kidnapped and flown back to St. Canard, and the gang follows. Gosalyn is taken to Posiduck, which Rocky has rigged with strange devices. Alba - actually Drake's fellow actor and ex-girlfriend, Morgana Swanson - magically pries into Gosalyn's mind. Rocky's devices create a magical portal that will transform objects into other objects, and Drake - Darkwing - and the others must stop him. Morgana brings the ghost of Waddlemeyer inside Gosalyn's memories to life to pry a calculation out of him. Gosalyn is able to kick her out, and asks her grandfather how he died. Rocky looses his beak in the device and vanishes, and the group reverses the transformations only for Darkwing's mind to be burnt out by the machine. Elmo is able to save his mind with an electric jump, and Morgana vanishes. After the red carpet premiere, the Mallards head home only to find that Diver is, once again, alive, due to the portal.

+1 year: Diver is working at Posiduck when Liquidator - or a version of him - attacks, mistaking Diver for Darkwing. Gosalyn, who's back in town during spring break, Launchpad, and Drake are invited to Canard Towers for a special presentation by Mark Beaks of his latest device, the WaddleMaker, a smart watch. Everyone gets samples just as Diver joins them and Megavolt attacks. She's beaten by the Mallards, and Mark declares he will host DWCon, a convention to celebrate all things Darkwing right there in town. Mayor Owlson refuses to call off the convention, despite the supervillain attacks, and volunteers Drake and Diver to help train Commissioner Bully's police force. While doing so, they are attacked by Bushroot, and take her into custody. Meanwhile, Quackerjack attacks town square and kidnaps Roxanne Rose Dane. Diver heads out during the night and Honker uses Gosalyn's WaddleMaker to track Diver's. She follows him to the abandoned KDUK building, where they are attacked by the Fearsome Four and Rocky, who now goes by Steelbeak. Rocky, however, intervenes in the trap when he realizes Gosalyn is present, and they are able to escape. Diver leads Gosalyn and Drake to his old haunt, where they meet Vi. Vi tells them about Diver's old days of being an errand boy/attack dog for the Knights Paddling, of whom Rocky is a member. The next morning, Chickpea, Honker, and Henri Featherlight go to KDUK, and find Quackerjack, who had been attacked by the Four. Quackerjack agrees to take them to Steelbeak, but Henri must stay behind. Irate, she heads downtown and runs into Launchpad. Together they paint a mural in downtown with Liquidator and Megavolt's real names, hoping to jog their memories about who they really are. Mark then livestreams and claims to be held hostage by Steelbeak, demanding Darkwing show up. Despite knowing it's a trap, Darkwing does, and Steelbeak uses his platform to publicly out the Knight's existence, as well as the messy history between Diver, Drake, Gosalyn, the Knights, and Waddlemeyer - whom Diver murdered on behalf of the Knights. Diver is arrested and makes a deal with Bully: he will give Bully Steelbeak in exchange for his own freedom. Meanwhile in Duckburg, Quackerjack reveals that he was leading Chickpea and Honker into a trap waiting for them at Waddle - Mark's company. Honker, an intern at Waddle, gets them inside and they end up in the basement, where Mark turned his volunteers into the supervillains. Honker begins to contact Gosalyn. Meanwhile, Gosalyn, Drake, Diver, and Launchpad and Henri split up. Diver sends Vi - secretly Camille Chameleon - into the prison after Steelbeak, disguised as Binkie Muddlefoot, and follows. Steelbeak sets off an EMP and kills the prison's power, then breaks out Bushroot as well as Professor Moliarty, whom Camille disguises as. Diver is left behind in the prison. Bully and Drake question Mark, who triggers the WaddleMakers, transforming everyone wearing one into a dead Knights member, Roxanne into Portia and Bully into Slick. Gosalyn, LP, and Henri are busy trying to track down the Fearsome Four when Gosalyn begins transforming. Honker intervenes and stops it, for the most part...

That got LONG. Enjoy!

#ducks #rubbersoles19 #darkwing duck #7 am est #hit the character limit a couple times while writing this #didn't even know tumblr had a character limit

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heecyon · 2 years

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heavenly hypeboy! — prologue; hdieuits? (written chapter)

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it was a very happy morning.

the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and everything seemed that could go completely alright.

i had aced my precalculus exam that day. done an amazing presentation for literature, the cafeteria was serving friend chicken and kyujin had been receiving constant gifts from a guy that liked her.

if i could, that moment I'd would've screamed at the devil himself and shout at him that i was gonna kick his butt.

"just stay behind me at all times, y/n." that's what hanni told me, while I tied my cute white and pink tennis shoes. Jake had bought them for me with all the live in the world, I was pretty sure that he loved seeing me being happy.

the moment I entered the gym, the guy who had a crush on my sister was giving her huge teddy bear. she gave it a quick sniff, before looking at him from head to toe.

weird, i scoffed.

kyujin could be precarious, have high standards, so it kinda made sense.

a small flutter was felt on my back, i was nervous and my featherly wings could feel it. even though they were hidden, they could still act upon their own.

so what if i got hit by a ball?

so what if i fell while trying to catch the ball?

nothing was going to ruin my day!

well.... dear y/n, you are wrong!

my sister was paying way too much attention at the already mentioned boy, that she didn't even notice presence.

(here's were the bad part comes in.)

the net was pretty tall, way too tall for me to reach my fingers on it.

so, when i was getting ready to protect the ball from falling to the ground, this dummy boy goes on and gives the stupid ball the biggest slap of its entire existence.

let's remember that I was trying to protect the ball from falling to the ground on the side of my team. so, when this guy smacks the ball, it went directly to my face!

my neck almost snapped from the horrible critical hit .

i could feel my body slamming against the floor and just before i lost any vision around me, i saw everybody gathering around, and obviously they were panicking.

"niki, i think you just killed her!"

yeah niki, i think you just killed me too.

synopsis: nishimura riki had commited a horrible mistake. he had accidentally sent a girl to the hospital during p.e class, all because he was trying to impress another girl, kyujin, a year younger than him. if he had only known that the girl had sent to the hospital was kyujin's sister and to make matters much worse, she was... an angel in disguise.

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featherlyfriends · 4 months

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Valentine’s Day birds are here!

Some stores have started putting them out already, but you can get them online too!

#featherly friends #target birds #valentine's day #2024 #queenie #kingsley #cherie #the king and queen are so cute!#and ppl don’t go as crazy as they do for halloween and christmas #so less stressful for bird hunting

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designidraws · 11 months

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Sam and Max characters’ hygiene ranked from best to worst:

Sybil Pandemik: She is a career-woman and knows what she is doing. Sybil cares about her appearance and how she is perceived, she is the most likely to give a shit about her hygiene.

Myra Stump: She is a talk-show host on TV and has a large audience. She definitely cares a lot about her hygiene since she acts like a bossy mom.

Santa Claus or the elves: Smells like holiday cheer, one of the best scents.

Momma Bosco: Self-explanatory, she probably smells of 60’s perfume and definitely takes good care of her hygiene.

Agent Superball: He probably smells like a really good cologne and he takes himself extremely seriously.

Grandma Ruth: Ruth probably has that grandma perfume smell that is just extremely nostalgic. She definitely cares about her BO.

The Narrator: He is British and very sophisticated, he takes good care of “himself”.

Jurgen: He is very attention-seeking and cares how other people perceive him. He definitely collects the latest and most popular perfume.

Conroy Bumpus: Sure, he may be involved in animal cruelty, but he seems to care a lot about his appearance. He has a toupee on display with high-security soooooo…. he cares a lot.

The Director: She is a director known for being prestigious about acting and probably takes good care of her hygiene.

Darla "The Geek" Gugenheek: She definitely showers regularly.

Sam/Sameth: Sam definitely cares about his hygiene for the most part. He acts like a dad and probably smells like one and cares about how he is perceived.

Lee-Harvey: He is a henchman for Conroy Bumpus and looks well-kept.

Anyone in the toy mafia: These guys probably smell ok.

Satan: Weirdly I think Satan in this series probably smells alright. He always cares about whether his bald-spot is showing on camera during the interview in *The City That Dares Not Sleep*.

T.H.E.M.: They smell average.

Abraham Lincoln: Smells like stone? (Whatever that means)

The C.O.P.S.: The smell of machinery.

Roscoe Bosco: He probably smells average, maybe a little sweaty some days.

Sal: He is a cockroach but seems relatively well-kept.

Flint Paper: He probably showers, but cares more about cases rather than personal hygiene.

Lorne (the friend for life): He doesn’t shower as much as he should.

Mr. Featherly: He is a chicken, but he does seem to care about how he is seen and is very much an attention-seeker.

Sammun-Mak: He smells like dirt but like in a good way, like the nostalgic kind of way.

Trixie: Ehhh she smells well… like a giraffe with a layer of perfume overtop

Max/Maximus: We all know he is covered in so many germs, but Sam definitely tries to get him showered every once in a while.

Hubert Q. Tourist: He is a strange, strange fellow. I don’t know what it is about him, but he makes me uncomfortable and he probably doesn’t smell all that well.

Hugh Bliss: Bacteria

Bessie: She’s a cow…

General Skun-ka’pe or his minions: All I need to say is gorilla.

Bruno: He is a bigfoot, need anymore explaining?

Brady Culture: I don’t think I can explain why, but I think he just doesn’t smell good at all.

Anton Papierwaite: HE IS FRENCH! (Also his *secret* makes him smell worse probably)

Girl Stinky: She smells like really bad, but tries to haphazardly spray perfume to cover it up.

Charlie Ho-Tep: People don’t have the decency to wash their hands before playing with him.

Any sea creatures: I absolutely despise the smell of fish…

Any of the baby characters: Babies can smell really bad…

Jurgen’s Monster: He is basically Frankenstein’s Monster, so he probably doesn’t smell good.

The zombies: They are undead and *god* do the dead smell gross.

Eldritch horrors of any kind: They don’t smell very good.

Molemen or the Rats: These guys smell like shit and probably don’t care about showering. They live in the sewers.

Grandpa Stinky: It’s in the name, he smells absolutely rancid. He probably hasn’t showered in decades.

The Soda Poppers: THEY SMELL REALLY FUCKING BAD

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police

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