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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could put in a request for an HC of what it would be like to be roommates with Mr. Orange? Feel free to delete this if you’re too busy!

BACK AT IT AGAIN EVERYONE, at least for now, lmfao! Thank you for the request, anon, I super appreciate your patience after all this time and I apologize for how ridiculously long it took to do these up! I hope its okay that these are going to be shorter, as I only have a minimal amount of free time before I have to be right back into school. How has everyone been lately? Anyways, I think this is a FANTASTIC idea and I’m excited to write about it! Coming right up anon! All credit to the GIF goes to its owner, its not mine!

Gonna tag my besties, @itscrimsonsixx and @scarletcountesss here, what do you girls think Orange would be like?

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons, Platonic!

SYNOPSIS: Freddy Newandyke is a gender neutral reader’s roommate, who gets up to some crazy stuff!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing and that’s it, it’s quite fluffy! <3

Oh, you are not prepared for the shenanigans and hijinks that this overgrown child will get up to alongside you! If you were looking for somebody mature, calm, and quiet, the polar opposite is what you got with Freddy. He may be goofy and kiddish, but he’s not intolerable, and is actually quite a responsible roommate when compared to other jerks who you could have landed.

His stuff being strewn absolutely EVERYWHERE. He is not a person who is set on organization, tidying is the bane of his existence. Expect there to be comic books, dirty underwear, half-eaten cereal boxes, even action figures all over his bedroom, never crossing into your part of the apartment. When you’ve tried to talk to him about it, he promises to start trying to make an effort to be cleaner, but it never takes effect. Truthfully, you don’t mind, and think it’s kind of funny.

The two of you staying up to play board games and card games, personal favourites being Cards Against Humanity, Killer Bunnies, Villainous Marvel Edition, and of course, DND, like the nerds you are!

Also binging old movies and TV shows on Saturdays and Sundays, he’ll bust a quarter of his paycheck just on snacks for you two to gorge on for a fun evening together.

Him being there as emotional support if you need him and likewise. There are times when the two of you have had especially rough days, just needing some quiet time in the other’s company or a laugh. He’s super great at making you giggle with his stupid antics, it’s the cure for any malady after all in his mind. But if you need to be alone too, he’ll respect that as well. Whatever you need, he’s there for. One time in particular, Freddy was quite depressed after a nasty outing with the ResDogs. You cheered him up by whipping up some guacamole and taco chips, plunking him down on the sofa to watch Lost Boys for the billionth time. He’d lay his head on your shoulder, platonically of course, and get lost in the movie with you as his cares melted away.

Not minding whether or not you bring home any friends or dates, he’s really cool with it as a whole as long as you guys don’t make too big of a mess, respect him and his boundaries, and don’t lay a finger on his mint collection of comics. He’s busting out the lightsaber toy if they get anywhere near his pulp children, no questions asked.

You are one of the only ones to know about his undercover work with the Reservoir Dogs, him trusting you not to tell. You don’t, of course, keeping your mouth shut when White and Eddie and Brown all come over to hang out. They like you too, thinking you’re pretty cool too. You’re also the only one to know about his affections for White, the desires he harbours for the grizzled criminal. The gay pining is just too adorable, better than any romantic comedy. A part of you wishes you could play matchmaker for the two guys, however you like Freddy too much to get that involved. But you wait in the sidelines as their biggest fan, ready to do whatever you can to make sure they realize the love they have for each other.

Overall, Orange is an excellent person to have as a roommate, a better one that you could not have dreamt of having!

I hope that these were sufficient, anon, please do let me know if you don’t like them and I can whip up some new ones with no hard feelings at all! Please have a wonderful week everyone and thank you for all your continued support despite my absence! Love y’all a ton, Moxie out! <3

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #Quentin Tarantino #Reservoir dogs #resdogs #mr orange #mr orange x reader #platonic headcanons #mr orange headcanon #freddy newandyke #freddy newandyke x reader #tim roth #tim roth x reader #anonymous request #thank you so much anon!#movies

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mickeyluggage · 2 months

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#quentin tarantino #tim roth #reservoir dogs #freddy newandyke #reservoir dogs headcanons #resdogs prompts #mr blonde #mr brown #mr pink #mr white #mr orange

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4ndj4 · 10 days

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Just got a new idea

What if the Reservoir dogs characters worked in the same school?

(headcannons)

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Principal:

Joe Cabot

♦ never actually there

♦ leaves almost all the work to the deputy principal

♦ still hates his job

♦ one student reported that the janitor got stabbed by one of the teachers, he just let out a chuckle

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Deputy principal:

Nice Guy Eddie

♦ works the most in the whole school

♦ still kinda chill, the students don't hate him

♦ swears in front of the kids

♦ gave his "best friend" a job in the school, turns out the friend stabbed a janitor

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English teacher:

Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke

♦ the students LOVE him because he's a chill teacher, doesn't give homework and just makes learning interesting

♦ recommends a new book to his class every month, no one ever reads them

♦ writes scripts when bored

♦ caught reading fanfics by a student

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Maths teacher:

Mr. Pink

♦ teaches math pRoFfEsIoNaLlY, makes math look kinda easy, but too strict with grading

♦ only students with good grades/that know math like him

♦ never satisfied, can get pissy if someone corrects him

♦ smokes outside every single break, sometimes brags to the History teacher

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PE teacher:

Mr. Blonde/Vic Vega

♦ stabbed a janitor

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History teacher:

Mr. White/Larry Dimmick

♦ chats with the students 80% of the time, when he does teach the class he's explaining it like a it's a personal experience

♦ isn't too strict, almost half of the class has As

♦ likes drinking coffee with the English teacher, sometimes reads his work

♦ admin of the school Facebook page, secretly gets happy every time a post gets popular

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Philosophy teacher:

Mr. Brown

♦ doesn't really teach philosophy, just brags about his interests

♦ gets all excited when a student agrees with him

♦ knows EVERYTHING in the school, sometimes gossips to the other teachers

♦ his class is usually called boring and unnecessary, LEAVE HIM ALONE HE'S TRYING HIS BEST

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Latin teacher:

Mr. Blue

♦ his native language

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The janitor:

Marvin Nash

♦ yeah I think you got the point

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Thank you for reading!

Have a potato:

(If someone already done this I'm gonna cry)

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fruitcontent · 1 day

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Sweet-to-my-heart headcanon where Larry and Freddy survive the heist and escape to Mexico, and a whole future they get to spend together stretches out in front of them, and Larry loves to collect moments of it, such as this:

and this:

#mr. orange #mr. white #creamsicle #creamsicle headcanon #reservoir dogs

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littlemissvincentvega · 1 year

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can you plssss do nsfw hcs of Reservoir Dogs? maybe their favourite position? if this is uncomfortable u dont need to write this! no pressure xx

the reservoir dogs & their favourite positions

a/n: thank you for the request babe i'm sorry i didn't do it right away i kind of suck at getting to them but i'm remembering how much i love writing!!! enjoy 🥰🥰

18+ explicit content / reservoir dogs x reader

cw: references to p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving), bdsm, slapping, spanking

mr. white / larry dimmick:

larry is kind of an oldschool guy in general, so i feel like missionary would be his thing. he likes to be able to see his girl's pretty face when he fucks her, and it gives him the freedom to be rough and dirty or slow and passionate. if it's the former, he'll pause every so often to lean down and kiss her forehead for taking him so well 🥺

mr. orange / freddy newandyke:

freddy just SCREAMS cowgirl to me. he likes to be able to see all of his girl, tits bouncing in his face and every inch of his cock buried in her sweet pussy. maybe he's just a lazy bitch? it gives him the freedom to touch her everywhere, though-- squeezing her ass, her hips, waist, kneading her breasts and pressing kisses to them while she rides him. he usually brings his thumb to her clit so he can see her face when she comes. that's a sight he never gets bored of

mr. brown:

idk why but i feel like brown likes a rope bunny. he likes to tie his girl up and i can see him enjoying her being hog-tied, him kneeling beside the bed so he can eat her pussy or facefuck her. but bondage aside he likes missionary, with his girl's legs in the air and her feet resting on his shoulders (i think you know why 🦶🦶😏)

mr. pink:

pink is sort of obsessed with eating his girl's pussy, so his favourite position is between her legs with his arms around her thighs. that way he can look up and see her face, see the ecstasy he's bringing to her with his tongue. he's also a fan of facesitting. it makes him sooo fuckin hard when his girl comes on his face and he's practically suffocated by her cunt. this guy has a magic tongue and i think we all know it

mr. blonde / vic vega:

woah okay this kinky motherfucker where do i even begin?? vic likes to slap during sex so doggy style is his go-to. it gives him the freedom to grab his girl's hips or waist so he can fuck her as hard as he likes (and trust me, he likes to POUND into that pussy) and slap her ass so hard she can't sit comfortably for a week. sometimes he'll bring his arm around her torso and clamp his hand around her throat, hold her upright and grunt dirty things into her ear. he's still proud of her being such a good girl, though, and sometimes he'll kiss the little patch of skin behind her ear

'nice guy' eddie cabot:

eddie is sort of a wild card when it comes to positions. he likes cowgirl because he's lazy and likes his girl's tits in his face, he likes fucking her from behind so he can slap her ass, he likes missionary so he can get as deep in her pussy as he wants. it all depends on the mood he's in. i also think eddie would like doggy style in front of a mirror so he can see his girl's face while he pounds her, it reeeeallly gets him off. another thing about eddie? he loves when his girl gets on her knees for him and begs for him to come all over her face and tits, it drives him feral 🥵

#reservoir dogs headcanons #reservoir dogs preference #eddie cabot x reader #reservoir dogs x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr white x reader #mr pink x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr orange x reader #mr brown x reader #tarantino preference

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gins-stim-emporium · 1 month

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woody tomo (tomodachi life) nonbinary, transfem, catgender stimboard (with cats and stim toys) !! for me and @doatunny >_< !

nb paws / fidget spinner / kitten in a pocket

nb dough / 🟧 / orange cat

nb kandi / chansey shaker / kitten in a dress

#gin stim #art in the middle by meee > <#MEOOOWE MEOOOWWW ^w^#stimboard #stim gif #tomodachi life #mr tomo #trans headcanon #pink stim #blue stim #orange stim #nonbinary stim #trans stim #catgender stim #fursuit stim #food stim #clothing stim #cat stim #pokémon stim

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rockhoundbeck · 1 year

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Solving this game:

Mr. White: *Solves correctly, he held the urge to answer incorrectly tho XD*

Mr. Orange: Eh- *answers correctly, he feels weird after that ddksjdks*

Mr. Brown: *Don't give a fuck and answers correctly*

Mr. Pink: 👀 *answers correctly 1 and 2*

Mr. Blonde: *answers all incorrectly (fruity motherfucker)

Mr. Blue: *answers correctly all but (guess y'all, idk actually XD)

Nice Guy Eddie: *answers all incorrectly, fuck it*

#steve buscemi #reservoir dogs #quentin tarantino #mr pink #mr orange #tim roth #mr brown #mr blonde #michael madsen #harvey keitel #THEY ALL ARE CRAZY XD #so I am #resdogs #resdogs headcanons #reservoir dogs headcanons

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kissproof · 2 years

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❦ . . . 𝘗𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘓𝘐𝘗 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘊𝘌

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 (+ 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦) 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 & 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 , 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣! / 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉

the feeling of being suffocated between a woman’s thighs is something… unexplainable

it’s truly an ecstasy all its own which is why brown likes it so much

he loves arching his head back, jaw tight from his open mouth, tongue flicking and nudging at your most sensitive points

and he loves the way you grip his hands as he does it, using them as reigns to help you grind

because he’s alright on his own, fueled purely by the films he gets off to

but when you find the right rhythm for you, it’s heaven

by the time you’re about to come it all sounds so wet and you just feel so good and he’s grabbing all over you, gathering sweat in his palms from excitement

his nose is smushed against your pelvis when you practically bend over to hump into your orgasm, shaking and gasping hard as he brings you over the edge

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆

he’d usually be knuckle deep inside you, face so close he has no choice but to taste it

he’ll give you a few kitten licks, which you take with much gratification, moaning louder than you had before

and his scruff rubs so tenderly against your skin that you buck your hips into the roughness, a near growl escaping your mouth

he holds your hips down with one hand, his long fingers splayed out, knuckles red

that’s a lovely sight within itself….

your legs begin to quiver with his other hand is still playing you from the inside

he curls just right, pressing fiercely against your trigger and you have to cover your mouth because you nearly cry from how hard you come

he’s pleased with himself, but immediately brushes his teeth afterward :/

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀

spreads your legs apart like he just happened upon the most beautiful field of flowers

“such a pretty girl.”

you get wetter just from his words, and he knows it too

he’ll “sweetheart” his way into your panties any day of the week! cooing and kissing on you until you’re pleading for his tongue

loves to have your legs up over his shoulders or have your feet rest on them, your comfort is always important to him

he’ll take breaks to breathe, grinning at you as you pant and run your hands through his hair

but then he goes straight back to tongue fucking you, his mouth so wet and soft

encourages you to come in such a gentle voice, then he licks you absolutely clean

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀

loves to do it most when you’re already so spent

he’ll pull out of you and grab onto your calves so he can lasso you to the edge of the bed and devour you with every last fiber of his being

he moves slow, deathly slow & his kisses are deep, long, & wet

you curl your hand along the side of his head, palm to his ear as your legs flail and quiver from weakness

and all you can do is whine and whimper his name, jerking out of his mouth because you’re so sensitive

but he just grabs onto your thighs, keeping you open for him, forehead forming wrinkles as his eyes pan up to watch your shaking chest and stomach, your beady eyes

“that’s it, baby,” he hums, hardening his tongue when he knows you’re close. “look at me…”

and most of the time you can come from how pretty he looks down there. he’s just that powerful

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀

literally….. give this man a medal

freddy puts his whole face in it, nose, mouth, chin, he embraces it all

and he’s so eager, smiling and chuckling the whole time, his tongue flickering like a fucking garden sprinkler

he always has a hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his fingers while his other fingers slip inside you, his lips sucking hard on your clit

love love loves when you suck his fingers while he goes down on you

he also loves to flip you on your stomach and get at you from behind, spreading your ass and thighs

you push back against his face and all he can do is moan, he’s just so enamored by how sexy you are

he goes so fast that you never have time to keep up with your own climb and before you know it you’re crying for him to make you come

he’s so muffled as he talks you through it through his open mouth, “comeformebaby… comeforme…”

𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀

nearly always finds a way to get you to suck his dick at the same time, but nevertheless you don’t complain

he likes the way your moans feel when they vibrate along his cock

you’ll come more than once when eddie’s involved because you won’t stop until he comes and that can take a while

when you’re in 69, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist so you can’t move, absolutely demolishing your pussy with his mouth

other times he’ll make your spread your vulva for him and he’ll let a string of spit run down on you to get you wetter

he loves how wet you get

rotates between rubbing and licking your clit

always does a courtesy fuck afterward no matter how many times you came beforehand cuz he just can't resist

#reservoir dogs #quentin tarantino #x reader #tim roth #steve buscemi #michael madsen #harvey keitel #chris penn #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs headcanons #mr pink #mr white #mr blonde #mr orange #mr brown #kissproof

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macaroni-piece · 5 months

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My silly ass is going to go insane <3 (aka let's make some more PT AND SS Mr. Orange hc's)

(Mr. Orange rendition is by @800db-cloud bcz they're super awesome)

-Mr. Orange LOVES playing D&D but would never tell anyone, especially SS Mr. Orange

-SS Mr. Orange can't do his own hair, he needs somebody to do his hair for him, meanwhile PT Orange doesn't brush his hair at all (somebody get him a brush)

-SS Orange has a habit of watching the WKRP Turkey Drop skit, he finds it funny.

-MR. ORANGE IS A THEATRE KID AND I WILL FIGHT YOU ON IT, Mr. Orange knows every line to every single Hamilton song, and I mean this by both SS and PT Orange, he is the Professor Higgins of this Hachetfield.

-When something goes wrong, SS Orange is a living tornado, destroying anything and everything, the studio will look like an 80's rockstar hotel room.

This is all I have for now but I have more soon! :]

#mr orange #pizza tower #sugary spire #headcanon

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eddiecabotsmile · 2 years

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dumbification with the dogs

warnings: 18+ only please, dirty talking, smut obviously 😏, fingering, choking, dumbification, name calling, larry is a soft dom and vic is a hard dom, slight face fucking?

pink

“are you that dumb you can’t even form a sentence, huh?”

you can’t answer because of how borderline overstimulated you are

pink continues his assault on your weeping hole, middle and ring fingers bringing you closer to your third orgasm

“doesn’t matter, i want you to hear how wet you are right now… hear how i make you?”

you managed a nod and a strangled moan much to his liking “can’t even form a full sentence that’s how dumb you are”

“cum, stupid slut. i can hear how bad your slutty pussy wants it. do it, now”

“up. now. i want you to clean your mess off of my fingers, dirty slut”

while you suck his fingers, this other hand is gently stroking your hair, for being so compliant

orange

“my dumb little baby with my cock down her throat”

freddy’s hands are pretty much weaved into your hair, forcing your face up and down on his length

“that’s my good cockslut, there, just like that”

once he starts he can’t stop, there’s little self control when you get your mouth on him

“god you must love sucking me off. is that it, baby? all you wanna do is have my cock in your throat”

he starts thrusting up into your face now, assaulting your now sore jaw, with his tip hitting the back of your throat

“you can’t do anything but suck dick, s’all you’re good for sweetie” he’s close by the way his dick starts to twitch on your tongue

freddy’s load spills down your throat and some on your chin — “don’t waste a fucking drop”

blonde

HE WILL DUMB YOU TO FILTHY NOTHINGNESS

“you would do anything for me wouldn’t you? would stop breathing just because you loved my cock so much, huh”

takes you to the brink of climax just to tease you some more

vic snaps his hips against yours, bringing your attention to him again, he smiles evily

“tell me baby, say it, who’s a good whore” he insists with that sexually crazed look on his face

but it’s never enough, he needs more “WHO’s good whore are you baby? i know you know”

in the end he tells you “shh don’t think

king shit

white

larry likes it the least but twists it to be in his own soft dom way ;)

“who’s a pretty girl?” larry cooes, but you both know it’s condescending

he'd eat you out all day and call you sweet names if it weren’t for you asking for him to be mean

“fucking pillow princess aren’t you? get up and use your mouth for good. cmon princess, suck daddy’s dick nice and good”

he gets so into using you to get off, its sick

“let daddy use that pretty mouth of yours? ah, fuck, yes you are. cause that’s a good slut

you’ll let him know you like

“god, you’re a dirty girl. you know that?”

brown

not necessarily dumbification but more drunk in love

hes just so in the moment he cant help it, looking down at your sweaty body under him, praising him for fucking you so good

“fucking christ babe, its like you were made to be fucked by me”

you like that a lot, and he likes it even more

every time you clench around his dick it makes him even hornier and dirtier

“i bet that’s all you want to do, take this dick and nothing else. don’t even need water”

you shake your head in agreement, it’s not like he won’t spoil you with all you want

including dick

#reservoir dogs headcanons #mr blonde headcanon #vic vega headcanon #mr orange heacanon #freddy newandyke headcanon #mr pink headcanon #mr white headcanon #larry dimmick headcanon #mr brown headcanon

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fryingpan1234567 · 10 months

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some CHB headcanons

every cabin has LEDs around the inside, but there’s a constant battle over what color they are

Percy has his rippling back and forth from teal to blue and it looks like light dancing through water all over his walls and floor

the Apollo cabin can usually settle for orange and yellow as a common ground

the Aphrodite kids have a different color for each time of day and sleep with pink on the lowest brightness setting

the Hermes cabin has like ten different strips and they’re all constantly shifting

Demeter cabin’s shifts with the seasons

ANYWAYS MOVING AWAY FROM THE LEDS

they have movie nights, which I will talk about in a different post

before everybody goes back to school, the Aphrodite and Hecate cabins have a massive salon at the end of the summer with new haircuts and magic hair dye and outfit recommendations and fake but enchanted sturdy nails and a whole bunch of other stuff and basically it’s a week straight of spilling hot tea between everyone in camp

if someone asks where a camper got their hair done when they get back to school they just go “oh, um… summer camp.” and their friends will snort and be like bro isn’t summer camp the opposite of a makeover?? but they get no argument, just a shrug and a half smile

when I tell you pride month over there is a fucking riot

because Mr. D is in on it, right?? because he’s the god of gender?? and Chiron is aroace and has been raising dumbass gay heroes for literal centuries?? PLUS the sheer fucking amount of queer peeps up in there?? dude yeah

cabins competing for who shows the most pride

Demeter’s roof is covered in rainbow flowers

Hecate’s is enchanted to emit actual light in whatever flag colors of whoever uses the front door, even when they’re straight (it’s just a rainbow)

Percy collects a bunch of shed scales from the hippocampi at the bottom of the lake and then puts them all over his cabin

I could make a whole post about CHB pride but

every single Apollo kid is also a theater kid fight me

Rachel Elizabeth Dare painted a skateboard for Percy’s birthday and he brings it everywhere now, it even sits in his backpack at school

Leo, Annabeth, Percy, and Piper fucking love horror movies. Frank, Hazel, and Jason fucking hate them. They watch through their fingers, if at all

Piper loves the band Surfaces with all her heart, but she also is a die hard Green Day and P!ATD fan

Jake Mason is covered in burn scars up to his neck, just like Deadpool, just not bald lol

Hephaestus and Apollo kids faintly radiate warmth (like more so than a normal person)

the Stolls sometimes stay at camp year-round because their mom is off on international missions that are too high-risk for them to help with

the seven are AVID Smash Bros players

really everyone but

not as many people go to the Athena campers for help with homework as you might think, but whenever anyone does, they’re happy to help

the sun chariot blasts music at a frequency only the Apollo kids can hear, so their life kind of has a shitty soundtrack that consists of a mix of Broadway, Queen, modern stuff, and random bits of Beethoven every now and then

the Romans swear on few occasions

the Greeks know when to swear and when to be polite

the Valhalla peeps swear unbridled and all the time

the Egyptians never swear (in English)

for the longest time, Will Solace thinks the only gift from his dad is his healing prowess— which is obviously great, but he expresses being upset over the fact that he’s not very good at archery

well, considering this is the dumbass who didn’t bring a weapon to actual fucking Tartarus, Nico drags him to the weapon shack thing immediately afterwards and made him pick something out

he's immediately drawn to the Celestial Bronze shotgun.

Nico’s just like “what in the redneck shit did you just pick up” and Will jokingly aims it at his chest and grins and says “you know I’m from Texas, right?”

that’s how they find out Will is one of the damn best marksmen in Greek demigod history

some of the Disney nerds in the Apollo cabin sing What Once Was Mine to the little ones who need bandaids for knee scrapes and give them lollipops afterwards

Percy Jackson absolutely used to make poverty and struggle meal jokes all the time, but he got weird and concerned looks for it at CHB, so he kind of just stopped. But one day, aboard the Argo II, the PERFECT opportunity came up and he just HAD TO and as per usual— everyone else looked at him like he’s crazy— but Leo laughed so hard chocolate milk came out of his nose and that’s the story of how the two of them became Best Friends

#anyways idk what came over me #riordanverse #percy jackson #leo valdez #jason grace #Annabeth Chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #piper mclean #Will Solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #valgrace #Jake Mason #connor stoll

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 2 years

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Hey! If you have time I was just curious how you think orange would propose to his SO? He’s so cute, I can’t even!

Hello anon! Thanks for your question, I super appreciate it! I would love to write this up, so sorry for how long it took me to reply. I’ve had an interesting summer like you wouldn’t believe, so I’ve not been able to get online much to write which is devastating for me! Nonetheless, I love this ask and I can totally come up with something for it! ( GIF is not mine, by the way! )

Personally, I feel that Orange would be quite the romantic about the entire situation--after all, you’re his significant other and he does not want to screw this up in any way for the both of you. As a result of this, he gets jittery, nervous, and hyper-vigilant about every little detail; micromanaging the entire affair so it all falls into place just right.

He frames his proposal as a dinner date at your favourite restaurant, taking you out and acting gentlemanly and cuddly with you. Freddy even combs his hair back, a rarity for him considering he hates the way product feels. ( I know how that is, I have to use it at times and it’s exasperating to say the least ) He looks absolutely sweet, his arm in yours and wearing a huge boyish smile on his face. You two talk, laugh, cringe, and joke around over your favourite meals, wining and dining like a king and queen in their royal court. The whole world is practically the stage for the love you two share. When you’re finished, he will walk you to a nearby park as the cloudless night sky covers Los Angeles in darkness. The moon is a full silvery waxy orb hanging above you two like a spotlight for what is about to happen. Freddy leads you over to a familiar oak tree where your shared initials are carved in a heart in the bark; a memento of your very first date years beforehand.

He drops onto one knee, popping you the question with a beautiful ring to match his enthusiasm. He stutters it out, tears forming in his eyes from how anxious he is, launching into a speech right from the heart he didn’t even know was there.

“ Y/N L/N, love of my life. Beautiful/handsome/gorgeous light in my world, the one and only for me. I’m not good with words. I’m not a prince or a billionaire. I can’t cook for shit, I’m still a kid at heart, and I work to fight crime day and night. I know all these things might not be exactly picturesque or ideal, I get that. But baby, I know one thing; I love you more than anything in this world. You are my sanctuary, my home, my everything, the entire reason I keep going even when I don’t have it in me. Please, I’m not asking you to be hasty. I want you to think about it. But I ask you, will you give me the privilege of being more than a friend. More than a best friend, more than a boyfriend. Will you please be my wife/husband/partner for as long as we live? Grow old with me and be mine for my entire life?”

You don’t even need to think twice before throwing yourself onto him, breaking out into tears and sobbing you will marry him. Freddy smiles, crying alongside with you and sliding the ring onto your finger. In that moment, your hearts become one, forever bonded from then on in love beyond imagination.

I hope that this was okay, anon! Please let me know if it isn’t and I’ll gladly fix them up however you’d like! Thank you again for the ask, anon, I super loved this idea! And thank you everyone for your continued support, reblogs, likes, and comments, even during my absence. I promise I’ll try to get better at posting stuff in an orderly time! Lastly, I wanna tag my absolute best friend and ride or die who has been a light in my life, @itscrimsonsixx for all her support, love, and just being a beautiful person! This blog would not be the same without her and all of you guys! Love you all a ton and hope you’re having the best time during the rest of your summer! Keep those reqs and asks coming, I love reading them and writing them up!

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs x reader #resdogs #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #freddy newandyke #mr orange #mr orange headcanon #tim roth #tim roth x reader #movies #anon ask #thank you anon #love you guys a ton

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nwjn-z · 21 days

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𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 [headcanons]

warning(s): implied f!reader

author’s note: i love him sm

-Kyle always asks you how you’re day was and if you need anything

-he loves kissing your knuckles at the red light while driving

-plays with your fingers as he listens to you talk about whatever you want

-loves giving you forehead kisses

-kyle insists on holding hands where ever you go

-never lets you open a single door yourself

-drives you where ever you want

-rests his hand on your back while walking

-is always opening things for you that you can’t

-he always has a hair tie on his wrist just in case you need one

-keeps his hand on your knee or thigh when you’re sitting next to him

-walks you to all your classes even if he has to rush to his class afterwards

-likes watching you get your nails done

-likes rubbing your back or your thigh while cuddling

-ive said this before but i feel the need to say it again but he follows the sidewalk rule, having him walk next to the road instead of you

-he cuts your steak for you

-gives you foot rubs when you’ve had a long day

-always asks if you need/ want anything when he goes out

-peels your oranges

-calls you “Mrs. Broflovski” bc he is obsessed with marrying you one day

-makes his basketball jersey number your birthday

-looks into your eyes until you both start giggling and look away

-eating junk food and watching movies together is your friday night routine

#🎬 — nwjn z!#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons

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angelickks · 9 months

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Miguel Headcanons: Mrs. O'Hara - Two

3k+ - husband!Miguel O'Hara x spider-wife! reader

summary: Mr & Mrs. O'Hara, again! warnings: no real smut but still suggestive content! so mdni. back pain, bcuz of spider duties but nothing graphic. suggested switch! miguel omfg. fluffy/that lovey dovey shit. lmk if I missed some! pretty tame aside from me sprinkling suggestive stuffs ;) notes: heyyy, the long-awaited part 2 is here. but this time with me dabbling in some spice. slight au ofc. i rlly enjoyed writing this, got a few things in the works. besides that, enjoy my loves! this was extremely self indulgent

pt. 1!

Your husband is and has always been bark and bite, it’s common knowledge

But god is he literally the softest man you’ve ever met

You’re his world and more, his life through and through

He craves your love and attention, always

In public, he HAS to be touching you in some way has and will throw a tantrum

But when in private? He’s literally all over you

“Lyla honey, can you pull up last week's mission reports please?” You called out, scrolling aimlessly through a plethora of your husband’s holo-screens. Lyla’s familiar orange hue showed up by your right shoulder, “Hey mama, you got it. Mind telling me what exactly you're looking for, pretty lady?” She asked with a familiar teasing tone. You gave her a sly smirk before answering “In search of Hobie and I’s latest report, I needed to add a follow-up.” She dissipated briefly before reappearing next to the holo-screen you were occupying and pulling up the documents. You thanked her before she blew you a playful kiss and dissipated once more. “Mi reina?” Miguel called out softly, “You up there?” You walked to the edge of his platform and shot him a goofy smile, answering his question. You begin to lower the platform before you return to working the screens. Miguel frowns as he’s greeted with the sight of your back to him but quickly takes the opportunity to grab the new swivel chair (before you he had no chairs, up until he just utilized a shitty old one. Since having to work in his office more frequently you’ve been adding upgrades and decided to start with the chairs) and pulled it behind you, wrapping his arms around your thighs

“How was your debrief, love?”

He grunted pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into the middle of your back while caressing your thighs. You chuckled at the action, used to his clinginess.

“That bad huh, honey?” You teased, earning you a soft smack to your lower stomach. He lifted his head for a second before letting it fall back into place followed by another grunt. “Talk to me caveman, I don’t speak grunt.” Another soft smack. He attempts to get you to sit on his lap but it’s your turn to give him a small smack, reminding him that you have to finish the report or you’ll forget again. “I could’ve done it for you mami. Just leave it.” His arms found their home around your thighs again, this time a little tighter to secure you in place. “He speaks, how wonderful” you reply sarcastically, still seemingly unfazed by his behavior. You can feel him pouting behind you, before letting out what you can only identify as a cross between a whine and groan. That makes you break and start giggling at his childish behavior, finally giving him the satisfaction of falling into his lap. Without fail, he presses his face into your neck and moves to wrap his arms around your middle to make sure you don’t try and get away again. You maneuver your hand to scratch at his scalp, earning you a groan of appreciation.

“You smell so nice cariño,” He sighed, pressing a soft kiss in the junction between your neck and shoulder. You hum and let him cuddle you, assuming that the debrief this morning was a little hard on him. You’re a fool for thinking his intentions are innocent as you’re met with the familiarity of his teeth softly sinking into your pulse point. It’s almost embarrassing at the way you preen at the sensation, and you feel the cockiness radiating off of Miguel. The way his lips curl into a smug smirk, and his hands take the opportunity to softly squeeze your jaw and grant himself the access he needed. Through half-lidded eyes, you remember exactly where you are, and while you’re no saint to that happening here; that familiar beep of his watch brought you to your senses. You could feel the irritation practically oozing off of him, as you turned to face him with a quirked brow “Answering that one? It’s Jess.” He lifted his head to reveal his irritated expression and lightly poked your cheek with his pointer figure, “Maybe if I just let it ring, she won’t bother…” He murmured to himself, greedy hands switching to kneading your thighs before you scoff and answer it for him.

“MI- Oh god.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “What?” He asked harshly.

You flicked his forehead as he snarled at the hologram, “He meant to say yes. What’s up, honey?” You spoke up, narrowing your eyes at the impatient man below you.

“Hey, mama. Miguel, you’re needed, like right now. So I suggest you wrap this up.” She wagged her finger back and forth, motioning to the two of you tangled together

He flat-out ended the call after that, letting out a dramatic sigh. He dropped his head between your shoulder blades and planted a kiss there. “Go now,” You softly demanded before standing up with a stretch, turning to face him. The look on his face was priceless, pure frustration paired with an angry pout. You couldn’t help but laugh before he moved excruciatingly slowly out of his office, but not before giving you one last kiss followed by a smack to your ass.

The nickname “mama” honestly stemmed from how much Miguel had called you “mami” I witnessed this my whole life and it is by far my favorite term of endearment so everyone be quiet

Both Lyla and Jess picked up on it quickly and had so lovingly started calling you it to fuck with Miguel. But it really just stuck.

But despite the playful nickname, it really rang true

You were a caretaker at heart, it shined in everything you did

From fieldwork to HQ assignments, you looked after everyone you were involved with

Now everyone who knew you beforehand was aware of this, great friend or friendly colleague

But not everyone was aware of the fact and it was a feat to deal with those who took it as something else

You handled numerous duties, and recruitment was one of them. You and Jess had handled a lot of backbone assignments, which allowed you to be on the field, but a lot of it required intense research on spider people. So when a new spider landed on your radar, it didn’t hurt to work your magic. He had been bitten only six months prior and had a background in scientific research. It would be difficult to get a brand new spider across to Miguel, but his skill set held a lot of potential.

So with much deliberation between you all, you settled on your brand new recruit. He was ambitious, yet very naive. Despite the fact, you wanted to give him a chance. Walking him through Sector 13 was a breeze, and while he may be naive, you weren’t. Yes, it was technically on you for bringing him in, but that didn’t mean you were anticipating his innocent flirting. You’ve seen this time and time again, young and feeling a light ego boost from being Spider-man.

You brushed it off with ease, professionalism always being a top priority. With that being said, you deflected his advances and went on with business as usual. When you had taken into account his persistence, you should’ve known he would’ve been the same way in his flirting.

“As you’ve witnessed, HQ is divvied up into a multitude of sectors. But for right now I’ll be taking you to Sector 8 to run diagnostics and to introduce you to Miguel O’Hara”

He nodded eagerly before questioning, “That’s the man Jessica mentioned previously, the boss?” You politely nodded, “I see. What’s he like anyway? Anything to anticipate?” You honestly would have rolled your eyes in any normal setting, having to describe your husband was interesting, to say the least. “I think you’ll know when you meet him” you chuckled airily, he smirked “While on the topic of getting to know one another. How about you? Will I be getting to know you?” While blatantly flirting, he was quite nervous, making his voice crack just a little toward the end of his question.

“I’m sure you will be, while I do play a part in recruitment, I also do fieldwork so I’m sure our paths will cross from time to time,” Another polite deflection. He was a sweet man, truly, but it would be best if he didn’t find himself landing on your husband’s bad side on his first day. You went on with the tour, mental checklist depleting as you ran him through the operations. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t kept Miguel’s office last on the checklist.

As you trekked through the “evil lair,” you heard him mumbling to himself about how inaccessible the place was, an off-handed joke to see if you’d laugh. You gave him a kind smile, still in professional mode. You two finally found yourselves below the platform, and you honestly should’ve expected the dramatic silence as he lowered it excruciatingly slow. You rolled your eyes, drama queen, you thought to yourself. You felt him nudge you lightly, “Is..is it always like this?” You giggled quietly, “Yes, yes it is. Please don’t mind him.” You could feel Miguel’s scowl towards the man before you had even caught a glimpse of it, but when he had turned around he resembled what you could only describe as a peeved cat, claws and all.

You introduced the recruit coolly, “And this is Miguel O’Hara.” You could tell he was nervous, and was he subtly hiding behind you? Oh, please take it easy on him Miguel. “Nice to meet you sir-” The man couldn’t even get out a full sentence, “Please, there’s no need for pleasantries.” Your eyes hurt from how much you were rolling them at this point, shooting him an unimpressed look. “Well, um…I wanted to thank you for this opportunity. I admire your work here, as from one scientist to another-” If even possible, Miguel’s glare hardened “Again, no need for pleasantries. Mrs. O’Hara here has well informed me of your background and I will say, I do not need another reminder.”

You could’ve shot a web over his mouth at this exact moment. Miguel always kept an eye out for you, and that meant him utilizing abusing the plethora of surveillance around HQ. You should’ve known better, he had indefinitely caught his flirting.

“Oh I didn’t even realize that, oh my god, I am so sorry-” Did not catch a break whatsoever, “Mrs. O’Hara, My wife.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, this fucking man. “Yes, Mrs. O’Hara. Please excuse me, If I had known I swear I would not have done anything” Miguel nodded slowly, but not yet satisfied. “We both greatly value professionalism, so be very careful with how you conduct yourself here. You’ve been briefed, Jessica will be coming to retrieve you outside of my office. You’ll be assigned your first mission after training. Feel free to excuse yourself, preferably right now.” He answered flatly, enjoying the sight of him squirming.

As quickly as he came, he was gone. You stood there, arms crossed, paired with a scowl of your own. It was almost like you two were having a staring competition, seeing which one would break first. It was until your chests were nearly touching you felt Miguel’s hand brush against your hip. You went to flick his hand, but being two steps ahead he caught your hand, “Not quick enough are we, Mrs. O’Hara?” Smug asshole. You pulled your hand away, gently switching to rub at his chest. You were teasing him, he knew that, but he was very curious about your next move as you were getting closer to his neck. You took your time tracing his collarbones, before moving to cup the side of his neck and rubbing your thumb along his throat enjoying how his Adam’s apple bobbed. You didn’t miss the way he subtly tilted his head back, just a smidge, now it was your turn to be smug. But instead, you swiftly moved your hand to the back of his neck, bringing it down just a little, making it so his lips barely brush against your own. You could hear his heartbeat, not missing the way it quickened at your actions. You kept him there for a few seconds, wanted to see if he’d even try and go for it, you could’ve laughed at how right you were. You caught his movement, digging your nails into the back of his neck as a warning. You scoffed at his submission,

“Jealous are we, Mr. O’Hara?”

Some days, you two played the game of cat and mouse

Who was the cat or the mouse? Depended on the day

But on stressful days, you two seemed to be so in tune with each other

Despite not sharing spider senses, Miguel always and I mean always knew when you were stressed and vice versa

As mentioned previously, you two held a lot of responsibility in the Spider-Society

So on days when it comes too much, you’re both there to be each other’s comfort

“Fuck,” you hissed as you go to maneuver your body gingerly onto the top of the ledge of a building, patrolling. It didn’t help when the late-night drizzles of the city slowly started to turn into ice-cold raindrops. You could’ve laughed at the irony of the situation, your back aching from a very slippery brawl that occurred during last night's patrol. It had been pouring for a few days, bringing out the pungent smell of Earth-65’s city along with the unknown that lurked in the shadows. You’ve been a little more on edge, the downpour has been having some serious repercussions on your back. There was no doubt that you were a very agile fighter, but when water is added to the mix it makes you just a tad bit clumsy the way this is actually me in real life and I unintentionally self-inserted here.

So here you were, your sore and slightly bruised back being offered a fiercely ice-cold soothe from the rain. Stars are utterly drowned out by the ambient lights, and your senses are unpleasantly filled with the smell of sulfur mixed and the musk of damp concrete causing you to scrunch up your face under your mask. Focus, the massage gun can deal with the back pain you remind yourself of, the patrol at hand.

If it wasn’t for the icy reminder, you honestly would’ve forgotten what you were doing on Earth-65. Gwen had been off, the both of you splitting up in order to cover ground. An anomaly has been a real pain in the ass for the past few days, managing to slip from your grasp, the source of your back pain. Gwen had specifically asked for you to come with her, you’ve been training with her recently to help her build progress while on missions. She felt more at ease with you there, and you could not turn her down after knowing that. You’re met with an orange glow by your side, a small smile coming to your lips. “Hey, mamas. Just wanted to let you know, Miguel is gonna pop in soon to take the mission from here. Talk about drama!” She exclaimed, picking at her nails. You gave her a confused look, “Uh…Lyla, honey, I’ve got this covered.” She tsked and giggled at the comment, “Oh I don’t doubt it, ma. But what I do doubt is that back pain you’re feeling, after adding some software updates to that pretty little number you got on I’ve been able to read your vitals along with that pain. You’re experiencing some bruising from that blow you took last night, along with some concerning muscle straining. Therefore, Dr. Miguel is ordering you out on this one sweetie.” You groaned, she was right but you needed to get this finished, you needed to be there for Gwen. But without further protest, you see the familiar split as a portal opened. In all of his glory, there stood your husband, and you know he had a quizzical look under the mask.

“Mi vida, why aren’t you headed home? You need rest…”He said softly, voice full of concern. You move to hug his middle, his body temperature a stark contrast from the cold, putting you at ease. “Amor, I can do this. Gwen needs me and I understand-”

His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, “Stop. I understand, but you need to go home right now. I’ll be there in a few hours to help but right now I need you at home, in bed. Quit pouting, it’s not gonna help your case.” You sighed, he knew, he always knew. Usually, you’d resist, be stubborn and carry on, but god was the ache in your back really starting to irritate you. “Don’t take this as me accepting defeat, this is all in the name of medical concerns.” You mumbled, forehead resting against his chest. “Oh is that the great, amazing Spider-Woman accepting defeat? I don’t know, it really sounds like it.” You let out an annoyed sigh, “You want me to go home or not? Because we can hash this out together.” He snorted at your sarcasm before softly smacking the side of your thigh. “Go home mi reina, I’ll be there soon.” You nodded, not wanting to argue any further, you lifted your mask just below your nose. He smirked, letting his dissipate to reveal the bottom half of his face as well. The kiss is full of passion, a little rushed, but effectively showed your love and genuine concern. You didn’t expect the light pressure of fangs sinking into your bottom lip before you slowly pulled away, watching him release your lip with a cocky smirk. “Malo” you murmured teasingly. You shoved him lightly, before opening your own portal and heading home.

“Mi reina,” You stirred, eyes still closed, Miguel’s scent overtaking your senses. You felt your body be gently flipped onto your stomach, you were going to question the action until you felt his skilled hands working exactly where your pain was. You let out a whimper, the pressure stinging just a bit. He shushed you quietly, “I got you. Just relax.” You listen to his soft command, the pain starting to ease up. You were too tired to hide the noises you were making, letting them flow throughout the house as his thumbs massaged your lower back. “See how great it is when you listen to me, mami?” You lazily kick at his thigh as he readjusts himself to straddle your thighs, earning you a small ‘oof,’ a lazy smirk making its way to your lips at the noise. “Fine, I’ll be quiet,” You hummed, you were dozing back off into sleep at this point, your back feeling much better now. But it was when you felt his hands drift lower was when your eyes peeked back open to watch him. “Tryna get action down there? Good luck with getting me to do that, my back is sorta bruised, you see.” You felt him roll his eyes before he started to knead your thighs, earning him a soft moan from you. “Who said you need to do anything besides sit there and be pretty amor?” That made you giggle, “Touché, my love.”

You let him continue on with his ministrations, only half-awake. But he went back to massaging your back, continuing until it lulled you to sleep. He rolled over beside you, turning his body to face your sleeping one, he gingerly stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Te amo, mami.” You both fell asleep, your bodies finding their way to each other throughout the night. That night Nueva York started to rain as well, the soft patter of the rain on the window only adding to both of your comforts.

That morning was spent tangled up together as well, but this time very awake and with you thanking Miguel in his favorite way.

BONUS!

“MIGUEL!” As if on queue, his head started to ache. “Fuck,” he grumbled “Jess, yes. How are you?” He replied sarcastically. She stormed up to him, the hands on her hips emphasizing her annoyance. “Why the HELL are you scaring the newbie? Over something he didn’t know of ALL things?!” Her shouting was turning his ache into a full-blown headache. “Next time tell him to be a goddamn professional and not flirt with my wife.” He muttered, arms crossing in the process. “Oh yeah, professional. Shall I remind you of last week’s little chat? Remember the one with you practically groping-” He groaned loudly, “Don’t even start-” She let a sarcastic laugh, “Me? Start with you? NEVER!”

He was reminded of why he stayed in his office, far from everyone else.

xtras! hehe lmk what y'll thought of this one. my inbox is open to requests btw, check my pinned post! luv u all, have an amazing day/night/afternoon! 🩶🕷️

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schafpudel · 1 year

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What Kind of Duck, is Duck?

OK. So first, let's get this out of the way:

Duck is not real. Duck is, first and foremost, the vague idea of a duck. Duck... is not strongly based on the reality of ducks as an animal.

She is extremely stylized, a blobby little chibi-mascot in a world of anime humans and realistically rendered animals and animal-people. She has contradictory traits - the yellow coloration of a duckling, on the functional flight feathers of a bird that's entered its adult plumage. Her thoughts and actions are noticeably less bestial than those of Mr. Cat or any of the talking-animal students, not beholden to instincts.

When asking what kind of duck our friend Duck is, we must first admit to ourselves that this is a silly question. Ducks like Duck do not exist. She has little candy-cane legs, for god's sake. God bless her.

(If we want to get real meta, perhaps we could speculate that she isn't a real duck because she is a story-duck: escaped from her narrative like the prince and the raven, and the wilis maiden, and the ghost knight, oblivious to her origins. It would, if nothing else, provide a fun watsonian explanation for some of her oddities.)

But fandom is all about getting fucking silly with it, and building elaborate though exercises about shit the creators didn't think about. And I'm an animal nerd. So this is how I choose to have fun. Let's go.

Analysis of the Birb

Duck can be safely assumed to be a Anas platyrhynchos domesticus, or domestic mallard, as this is the typical barnyard duck throughout Asia, Europe, and... really almost the entire world. I say she must be a domestic mallard, and not wild, for one simple reason:

On the left is the typical appearance wild mallard duckling. On the right are various domesticated ducklings. That's right; the solid yellow color we associate with baby ducks? Specific to domesticated ones! Solid yellow is a sign a duckling will grow up to be a white duck; ducklings that grow up to be other colors have darker fluff mixed in.

(That's right. She'll have white plumage like a swan...)

Many white ducks have orange bills, legs, and feet; other white ducks, especially as ducklings, have orange legs and pink bills. Duck's bill is far more pinkish than her feet, but it's still noticeably orange-y, putting her in sort of a middle area. (By the way, have you ever noticed that Duck's hair color as a girl is the same as her bill color as a duck?)

If she's intended to be anything in particular (which I doubt she is), it might be the German Peking - native to the area, and the creamy-yellow tinged adult plumage of the German Peking compared to other white ducks seems to be reflected by the tint of the duck-feather quill Autor provides as a substitute for Drosselmeyer's swan-feather quill.

However, let me provide my personal baseless headcanon.

Come and see the humble Call Duck

The Call Duck is a Dutch breed, speculated to be descended from a variety of duck imported to the Netherlands from Japan. Call ducks are a smaller-than-average breed, with a note-worthily "cute" appearance compared to other ducks, even as adults: large forehead, round cheeks, short bill. They're also noteworthy for being sociable and friendly with their human keepers, making them great pets compared to other ducks... as well as very, very noisy and talkative.

(Nobody's perfect.)

There's also a certain... symbolism, I think, to the Call as a breed.

Call ducks are friendly and talkative because they were bred not for eggs, or for meat, but for hunting. Not that they themselves hunted! But their innocent, friendly talkativeness, their cheerful noisy voices, were shaped as a siren song to lure wild ducks into funnel traps. Unwittingly bringing the demise of its own kind, the Call duck's sweetness is exploited by hunters to draws other ducks to their doom.

Duck is kind, and sweet, and wants to be friends with people, and wants to help them. She saw the Prince on the lake, like a wild swan, and wanted to help him in any way she could.

In Drosselmeyer's eyes, this made her the perfect person to become Princess Tutu, to set the story back in motion... and through that friendly kindness, send every "character "in the Story to their doom.

#princess tutu

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