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francis-writes · 4 months

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I have a request for Alex delarge😋 If the brother of the girl Alex was interested in had the biggest and most powerful gang around And the leader of this gang is of course the brother of the girl he likes. 💂‍♀️

Can you write something about this 💂‍♀️

A/N: i should be studying for my exams but i know i won't be able to focus with my family

Alex usually wasn't interested in his enemies' families except for a few times he considered attacking and abusing them, purely to annoy other leader. But even if he didn't know that you're Billyboy's sister, when he met you, he found out soon enough. He saw you one night in a bar, but before he managed to approach you and convince you to visit his bedroom, Georgie stopped him and whispered: "Watch out, brother. She's a Billyboy's sister, better stay away from her panties"

But Alex was never the one to deny himself anything, so he just shook his hand off his shoulder and came to you, starting his usual smooth talking that could bring anyone into his arms (especially when combined with a stare of his icy blue eyes)

Of course, you knew who he was. Your brother often complained about Alex and described him carefully, so you knew whom to avoid. Billyboy already forbade you to date any gang members (even from his own gang) because he knew too well what these boys are capable of. You appreciated his care (and his apparent hypocrisy), but as you listened to Alex, your doubts melted away. It could be dangerous, but he looked like a snack served for you on a silver plate. After all, perhaps the possibility of your brother's brutal revenge would discourage Alex from any risky ideas (he could also abuse you just to show his power to Billyboy, but this thought somehow didn't cross your mind). But for now, you weren't going to mention your adventure at home. You would rather avoid hour long lecture about sleeping with the enemy.

You carefully made sure that Alex knew well who you were. He did, so you ended up in his bedroom. It was to be expected, but what surprised you was that he asked you to meet again. He was rather known for sleeping with one person two times (sexual marathons lasting for hours were counted as one time).

To be completely honest? At first, Alex decided to seduce you and date you purely because you were Billyboy's sister. Pretty, for sure, but not much different from other one night stands. He wanted to be able to spit in Billyboy's face that he fucks his sister. Maybe show him a video to humiliate him further.

He knows this dating game, so Alex pulls all his tricks. Takes you to dates, gives you gifts, and even listens to you (sorry, it's new for him to care about what his lovers have to say). But in the way, he imperceptibly falls in love with you (fake dating trope, my beloved). He discovers that you have other advantages than your body and that he actually likes spending time with you.

But it can't be so easy, right? Eventually, Billyboy finds out about your relationship, and man, he's P I S S E D. You can't blame him tho, for all he knows, a violent rapist and his enemy is dating his sister (hypocrite)

He tries to lock you in the house so you can't meet with Alex. Chaos ensues. A few possible solutions, none is normal. Probably Alex breaks in with his drougies and kidnaps you so you can live in his house. Billyboy wouldn't call cops. First of all, they are cops. Second of all, you live with Alex willingly. So there's gonna be a small war of trying to get you back home. It ends when Billyboy gets bored and decides that you can go to hell for all he cares

#alex delarge x reader #alex delarge imagine #alex delarge #a clockwork orange imagine #a clockwork orange #alex delarge headcanons

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rogertaylorshbb · 1 year

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"a clockworks orange" roger Taylor fanfic {part 2}

it was the day of the double date and Diana was dreading it, she couldn't help but wonder how awkward it was gonna be. sitting there in silence with roger while her friend Alexa and her boyfriend Felix would be all over each other. for the date they were all gonna see this movie that had come out called "a clockworks orange". The movie wasn't famous but it was the only thing playing so it was all they could see. Diana didn't try to look good for the date, she was gonna be sitting in a dark theater most of it so what's the point of putting on a dress and some makeup. She just put on a pair of flowy white pants and a red t-shirt tucked in to the pants.

before her, roger, Alexa and Felix were gonna go to the movies they were stopping and a little café instead to get milkshakes and fries just so they didn't get to hungry during the movie. Diana had already given roger the address and time so she was guessing he would be there but Alexa and Felix were picking her up. beep beep a car horn beeped outside, Diana slowly made her way through her front door to Alexa's car. "HEYYYY" Alexa called out dramatically beeping her horn again "GET IN".

Diana laughed and ran into the back seat of the car. "you look lovely" Alexa said. "ha, no I don't, your the one looking stunning" Diana said back. "you must be blind! I love your pants, also what was your boyfriends name again?" Alexa questioned. Diana choked on the water she was drinking "his not my boyfriend!" she chuckled angry playfully hitting Alexa on the arm. "he is my biology partner and his name is roger" you responded making it clear you too were not dating. "ok ok, NOT your boyfriend, got it" Alexa laughed and started the car.

they had made it too the café, it looked very cute from the outside. Diana stepped out the car along with Alexa and Felix. "this is super cute" Diana told Alexa. "yea, its even more prettier inside" she giggled. all three of them walked into the café. "so where's your- friend" Alexa asked looking around. "oh, he's... there" Diana spotted him out sitting down looking at a menu. "hi, I'm Felix" Felix extended his arm to shake rogers arm. "hello, I'm roger" he smiled shaking Felix's hand. Alexa introduced herself as well and they all sat down. Alexa and Felix sat next to each other and Diana and roger sat next to each other.

"excuse me" Alexa called out to a waiter. "could I have one caramel milkshake, one vanilla and two chocolate and could we all just get one of those big thing of fries, thanks" they all then handed their menus back to the waiter. "yes, it will be coming up shortly" the waiter smiled and walked away. "so, how you two meet?" alexa questioned roger and Diana. "she's my biology partner hasn't she told you?" roger smiled. "oh yea she did tell me that before, silly me" alexa laughed. "how did you and Felix meet" roger asked. "oh we actually met here" alexa smiled. "oh and what movie are we seeing, Diana never told me" roger asked. "oh its this movie called a clockworks orange, my sister told me its pretty disturbing but it sounds good to me" alexa said shrugging her shoulders. "hm, sounds good, I'm excited" roger looked over and smiled at Diana. she gave him a little smile back.

they had all finished there milkshakes and ate the fires and now were gonna drive to the theater up the road. they all made it out to Alexa's car. roger and Diana sat in the back seat and Felix and alexa sat at the front. after the short drive and entering the dark, popcorn smelling theater they took there seats infront of the big screen. the movie began. Diana sat between alexa and roger.

*after the movie*

woah. the movie was not at all what she expected. inappropriate, scary, gruesome, weird, unsettling and just everything else that falls under that category. "that movie was- interesting, I get now why my sister didn't want me too see it, haha" Alexa awkwardly laughed. "that was unsettling" Diana added. roger nodded. "the plot was good but perhaps if there wasn't all that- stuff- it would be more appropriate, I actually really loved it though".

they all walked out, "hey I'm gonna go for a smoke with Felix ill be right back" alexa said running off behind the theater. Diana and roger stood their silently "so how are you gonna get home?" Diana questioned. "one of my mates is at the pub ill probably just go there and force him to drive me home" he chuckled. he tuned to you so both of her and his face were infront of each other. he leaned in for a kiss. "woah!" Diana said dodging rogers face. "what? I thought-" roger said "well you thought wrong" Diana laughed cutting him off. a look a disappointment invaded his face. "hey" Diana said softly "I don't kiss of first dates...but if you ever wanted to go out again...?"

he smiled, "if your asking me out then the answer is of course.

*so that's the end. I really don't know what the point of the fanfic was, I think Alexa spoke more then roger, sorry. this is also quite rushed cause they whole time I was writing this I had to take a piss. I think I really just wrote this to see if I was good at third person, which I think I'm not. anyway hope the queens who read this got some joy out of it!!*

@sarcastic-sourwolf

#a clockwork orange #movie theater #fanfic queen #roger taylor fan fic #queen fanfiction #queen band #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #x reader #fluff #roger taylor smut #roger taylor

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fioletowyfacet · 1 year

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//oh so. looking at the fnaf ar renders has kinda clarified something i’ve wondered about before.

//springtrap’s uh. “organic” eyes are separate from the lenses of the suit.

//from a mechanical standpoint: this design makes sense because it lets you reuse endos and reprogram them for new characters without needing to worry about keeping consistent iris color, because the suit already has that built in. it’s very efficient!

//from a horror standpoint: owie

#;ooc #tw body horror #//why would you make your eyes so perfectly suit-shaped. you're practically begging to get springtrapped. classic william afton L.#//i'm imagining A Clockwork Orange-type body horror #//where the suit holds and moves your eyes for you. bleh

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morticianmagic · 2 years

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#im serious when I say there is no context for this #I dont. know how to draw the fucking #eyeball open machine #imagine its the shit from clockwork orange that was the idea #forced to bare witness to steve o

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noisyquokka · 7 months

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Bro you write Felix so well! I have an idea for a request if you're willing ^^

He buys the reader flowers a lot and keeps one from each bouquet so he knows when the rest are dying and he can buy them more! It doesn't have to be boyfriend!felix, I'll leave that up to you! Just something super cute and wholesome, love that!!

A Lesson in Gift-Giving

PAIRING - Felix x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Sometimes gift-giving doesn't go as smooth as you plan. Felix realizes the error of his ways after months away on tour.

WORDCOUNT - 2.5k

WARNINGS - Fluff, humor, newly-established relationship, which means there's a little miscommunication, but we get through it like champs ✊🏻

A/N - I love this idea so much! Got a little inspo just from your request, which I added in, hope you don't mind 😅 Wrote it as bf!Felix just cause it's a vibe.

"This is... definitely not getting out of hand."

You mutter these words to yourself as you stare down the latest delivery of fresh cut flowers sitting on your kitchen counter. Pink and white mini-carnations stare back at you in all their ruffled-petal glory, their sweet scent wafting through your personal space. The handwritten note between your fingers is cheesy and adorable; so very Felix. You scratch the side of your head in bemusement.

Most would say such a reaction to a bouquet of flowers was rude, considering it came from your boyfriend. But as you sit here amongst the variety of florals in your home, you think you've had enough to sustain you for the rest of the year.

It all began with one trip to a local Flea Market. You had stepped inside one of the mini shops on the way out only to catch the dashing white orchids in their pot on the shelf. Felix had offered to buy them for you as a little gift, and with hearts in your eyes, you had accepted. You stare at it now - a glorious centerpiece of four months that is absolutely thriving in its own right.

Then came the fresh cut peonies.

You were over the moon when Felix had surprised you with the first bouquet two weeks later, but you never could've imagined the deluge of flowers that would follow like clockwork. And you accepted all of them with the utmost gratitude. You'd also developed an odd relationship with the delivery guy over time; saying nothing verbally, but everything with the great art of facial miming, if that was even a thing.

The only thing about such a gift is that your place was beginning to look less like a home and more like a florist's shop. Your kitchen island not only held your thriving orchid display, but those same lush peonies, now dried in hues of dusty pinks. As your collection of flowers grew, so did your creativity. The flourishing arrangement of blooms that you had gotten for your four month anniversary had been carefully pressed between paper-towel-lined book pages for roughly two weeks before you were able to proudly display them in the frame above your bed.

It's safe to say you've turned just about every blank space in your home into a floral oasis over the last few months.

What was supposed to be a simple, romantic gesture was quickly derailing. Only problem was you had to be the one to stop it. After being with Felix for six months, you'd think such a simple conversation would be... well, simple. And yet, you stand here in a state of blooming panic.

A knock at the door brings you back to your current predicament. Your fingers twitch around the cardstock, crumpling the edge as your feet move in short strides toward the entrance. You're half expecting the delivery guy again, but as you swing the door open, you're even more surprised to find your boyfriend standing there with a smile that rivals the sun and-

"More flowers...!"

They're Dahlias this time - an arrangement of small but vibrant Orange Button blooms that compliment their larger, blushing Café au Lait companions. The contrast between them in both size and color is stunning; warm candle flames licking at the edges of whimsical ivory bones.

"Special delivery!" Felix's bubbly voice sets your heart in motion, and although you're seeing flower petals behind your eyelids, you can't help but smile at the cellophane-wrapped bouquet in his hand. A tote bag hangs off his other arm, filled to the brim with you can only guess what.

"Felix!?" You shake your head but lunge at him with open arms, a mix of confusion and excitement crossing your face. "Tour doesn't end for another three days. What are you doing here?"

"Last stop was canceled so I pulled some strings and caught a red-eye." He murmurs, burying his nose into your scalp. You feel him sink into your touch, a deep release of breath that says he's happy to be back home. God, did he miss you.

You pull away, ushering him inside and taking the flowers with the utmost care.

"Dahlias aren't even in season yet, where'd you get these?!"

You miss the furrow of his brow as he slugs his shoes off at the mat, following you through the immediate hallway.

"I may have pulled some more strings..." Felix trails off, footsteps faltering once he's in the open space of the kitchen and living room. He hears your laugh, lips quirking into a lopsided grin as he takes in the familiar centerpiece on the island. When you turn around, you catch those brown eyes shift from the orchids to the peonies that sit beside them. He points at the mummified bouquet with a tilt of his head.

"Are those~" He blinks, setting the tote bag down on the cool marble. "Are those the peonies I bought you for our one month?"

You hum an affirmative, lips thinning as you disappear down the hallway in search of a vase. Every single floral in your house is like a bright red flag in the apartment; waving rampantly in your peripheral as you pass through the living room. Good god, Felix hasn't even noticed those yet. The thought has you losing focus, fingers mindlessly shuffling through the vast collection of vases in the hall closet.

The crumpled petals in their muted pinks and creams stare back at the man as he leans against the kitchen island, chin resting in the palm of his hand with narrowed eyes. Felix would've expected these to be long gone by now. The peonies that had once been so vibrant and alive are nothing more than dried stems and petals in a ceramic vase. To him, they look less-than-lively in their current state. The sound of socked feet padding back into the living room shifts his attention. He doesn't even notice the other displays behind you, too focused on your presence alone.

"I'm no florist, Love, but these look like they're past their prime." There's a hint of a smile on his lips when he finishes his quip, and you can't help but chuckle. Twitchy fingers reach for the junk drawer handle, pulling it open with a lazy arm.

"I know they're not as beautiful as when you first gave them to me," You say, grabbing the set of pruners and scissors that rest among snack clips, rubber bands and the like, "but trust me when I say that they're still pretty."

"They look dead." He deadpans, padding around the island in few strides. He watches you work intently, leaning against the countertop as you cut the wrapping away and cut back the stems. The tap runs in the sink, cooler for the delicate blooms in your hands.

"They're not-" You start, filling the chosen vase a quarter of the way and mixing the food packet in. Your cheeks feel warm from the comment and you dip your head as you work. "Well, I guess they are technically dead..."

You hear the chuff of a laugh from your boyfriend and glance over your shoulder, quickly looking forward again when you find citrine eyes already on you. The grin on Felix's face is soft and yet you feel your face heat up even more. If he's teasing me about the peonies, what's he gonna say about the others?

"I dried them, so to me, they're just... frozen in time." You say, pruning the few leaves from the lower stems.

"You dried them?" He sounds surprised. You nod, placing the flowers into their yellow porcelain vase, fiddling with the placement of each blossom more than you should.

It's now, when you're preoccupied, that Felix's eyes rove over the island to the living room and his eyes widen. The Gladiolus bouquet from almost two weeks ago sits on the coffee table as a centerpiece, still alive by some miracle. Even more surprising, the Hydrangeas from a week and a half ago sit in a glass jar on the console table behind your sofa. The water in the makeshift vase is just about gone, settled in the base of the jar touching just the tips of the clipped stems.

"Baby, how are these still alive?" He asks, walking around the island towards the displays in the living area. Your attention shifts, following his movements as he stands there baffled by the still pristine blooms on the coffee table. Felix turns his head to you, your fingers laced in front of you as you move away from the Dahlias in their yellow porcelain vase.

"Felix, I have to tell you something."

Dark brows knit at your tone, voice mumbling and awkward as you tap your index nail onto your opposite ones.

"What, Love?"

"It's just- ah-" You let out a tense exhale, your heart beat picking up in your chest. "It's a little embarrassing to say, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but the flowers have gotten a bit out of hand... and..."

You pause in your ramblings, glancing up to your boyfriend who is still fascinated by the week old flowers. He picks up the jar of Hydrangeas with a careful hand, eyeing the petals that have begun their wilting and drying process. Observing. Analyzing. For a moment you believe he's so focused on them that your words have gone unheard, but he shifts his gaze to yours with arched brows and narrowed browns.

"How'd you manage to keep these fresh so long? The florist's site said they'd last a little under a week if you were lucky."

You tilt your head toward the ceiling, pressing your lips together as you scratch at the nape of your neck.

"I may or may not have some background in floristry..." You trail, voice going higher as you speak. Your fingers clench over your thumb as your eyes flicker about the living space, avoiding eye contact. "It's part of why I'm telling you. I love the flowers, Felix, I really do. But, it's just becoming a bit much."

"Love," Felix sets the flowers down with a sigh, and you keep your eyes on the far wall out of shame. He's mad, disappointed... he's something! And it's not a good someth-

You startle at the feeling of warm hands cupping your cheeks and your wide eyes dart forward to meet his. He takes in your expression, noticing the nervous shifting and fidgeting. Felix offers you his full attention - a warm smile and warm eyes, those familiar crescents.

"Why are you so nerved up? There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know I support you in everything." He leans forward and in an instant you feel him press a kiss to your forehead. Your chest lightens at the gesture.

"So you're not mad?"

"Never! Though I wish you would've told me that you were knowledgeable in fresh cut flowers. I only sent you new ones after the flower I took from each bouquet wilted on me."

His confession makes you laugh, your eyes closing as you shake your head.

"I was wondering why one was missing from every delivery. I thought someone was shortchanging you!"

"No, I wanted you to have something to brighten up the place when I'm gone. I guess I didn't consider the idea of you knowing anything on flowers..." He trails, chuckling to himself. His hands leave your face, taking their familiar place wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into him. Felix's chin rests atop your head, and you bring your own arms around his torso, nails scratching lightly against his shoulder blades. You press your face into his chest.

"So, where'd you learn all your magical floristry skills from?" He asks, glancing around the place for any other old bouquets he'd gifted you.

"My grandfather." You murmur, tilting your head up to catch his eye. Your arms tighten around him. "He was always out in the garden, spent most of his lifetime caring for his flowers out there, I'm pretty sure. Everything he'd taught me was through his own trial and error."

"Well, sure seems like you've perfected some of his teachings." Felix muses, grinning down at you. A scoff leaves you and you wave away his high praises.

"It's nothing, really. I just enjoy the process." You feel your cheeks heating up again, so you press your face back into the fabric of his hoodie.

"It's nothing?" Felix's arms tighten around your waist, lifting you easily and sitting himself down on the couch so you're draped over his lap. You settle your face in the crook of his neck, feeling him huff out a content sigh as he relaxes into the cushions. "You are so humble... but you have to admit, you're a natural at this. Maybe we should open up a flower shop together, hm? I'll take the orders, you just do your thing with this beautiful mind of yours." He nuzzles his chin into the side of your head with a chuckle, fingers cascading over the skin of your hip.

"You gonna take orders on tour, too?" You tease, fighting back a grin.

"You betcha! Your talent can be shipped worldwide." He glances down to gauge your reaction, the corners of his lips curled up in a smug amusement. Though there's that genuine affection seeping through as well. The kind that makes your heart flutter. You roll your eyes, but your hostility is lost with the curl to your lips. You press a soft kiss to Felix's neck, his expression shifting as he rests his head against the back of the couch.

"You really think I could open a flower shop?"

"You could be anything you wanna be, Love." He says, shifting so that you're facing each other. He draws you closer, hands moving to the curve of your shoulders. You can feel his heart beating against your own, missing that skin-to-skin contact that he's been craving for the past few months on tour. The living room settles into contentedness for a moment; just fingers brushing skin and shallow breaths as you both keep your eyes on one another.

"I love you," Felix whispers, lips brushing against yours once, twice, until they fully connect in a sweet kiss.

"And I love you," You mumble, smiling against him. "but I'll happily take your brownies every week for the next year."

"No more flowers, then?" You scrunch your nose at his question, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from laughing at the ridiculousness of your situation.

"You are the biggest rom-com protagonist I've ever laid my eyes on."

Felix's eyes light up with a playful spark as he tilts his head to the side, a deep chuckle rumbling his chest.

"What can I say, I try." He's oh, so humble about it; eyebrows arching in a cocky manner, a lopsided grin on his lips. He presses another kiss to your lips, slow and lingering as his hands slip to your lower back. You can't help but smile against his mouth, bringing a hand up to tangle in the dark tresses of hair. He hums before pulling back, suddenly remembering something.

"Speaking of being the best boyfriend alive-"

"Your words, but sure-"

"-I brought some takeout and a few other gifts from overseas... but you said you wanted brownies soooo..." He looks off elsewhere, and you roll your eyes.

"Babe!"

Felix laughs, the sound a gentle melody to your ears. Your eyes meet again and he shoots you a loving smile, nodding toward the bag sitting on the counter.

"They're yours, Love." He murmurs, fingers tapping the side of your leg to usher you off the couch.

"C'mon. The quicker we eat, the quicker I get to cuddle you to sleep."

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

#stray kids #skz #lee felix #stray kids x reader #skz x you #lee felix x reader #skz felix #skz x reader #skz lee felix #lee felix imagines #skz imagines #gn reader #x gender neutral reader #quokkawritings🌻

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wandixx · 8 months

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Justice League never helped Amity Park.

Why?

They genuinely didn't need any help, it was one of the most normal and safe town in America.

Other than Jack Fenton on the road hazard but it's not like he can break walls with his orange jeep, is it? It's too little to get JL on it.

Okay, so what does Phantom do right outside of the Watchtower drinking Capri sun? Is it related to how horrified Flash is, running around meeting room like he tries to wear down the floor?

Why yes, absolutely. You see dear traveler, Ghost child is just not from this timeline.

He is from the other one. The intense one. The one, where Amazonians were at war with Atlanteans, where there was no line Batman wouldn't cross, where doctors Fenton didn't stop their research after their dearest friend had accident.

Yeah, that's the one. One that Barry created by saving his mother and the one he allegedly destroyed.

How do they tell the stressed ghost child that timeline he lived in ceased to exist?

*~*~*

Maybe I'm not clear enough but yeah. Phantom is from other timeline but as I heard, Dan shoved time medalion into Danny's chest so now our boi has wonky relationship with time. When Barry erased "wrong timeline", Danny got yote into his time and was confused. Like, one day he wakes up in the middle of the nowhere because of some shit and isn't even surprised at first but then realises something is off. Especially when he gets to the nearest town. Things are all sorts of wrong, like:

There is less ambient ectoplasm in the air.

Meme references are just not right.

There is no supernatural war.

Nobody is trying to post mortem murder him for being a ghost.

There are a lot more heroes and the ones he knew are different, like, why is Batman suddenly so much against killing?

So he goes of to find Amity and see which one's of the ghosts bullshit he has to clean up this time, only to see his city... Normal? Happy even? No broken pavements or anti ghost tech? No teenage stans? No alive food? His parents are more of the local handymen than mad scientists?! There is SECOND HIM, who isn't a ghost in the slightest?!

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED AND HOW DOES HE FIX IT?!

Because yeah, this world seems nicer than real one, but he just can't stay here. Ghosts are probably wrecking havoc in his Amity again and he needs to get back now.

Just question is how, because it starts to look like whole new world and not some weird hallucination or Desiree doing her shit again. However so much things is similar that he assumes it's different timeline. He dealt with these before, once, but he managed. He just needed to find this Clockwork guy that showed up last time and learn what he has to do to fix it.

Wait, his parents here didn't made portal and Vlad didn't either because they're actually kind of trisome (ew) and he didn't have enough time. That's alright, Danny was raised in the shadow of the portal, he knew everything about it by heart. He could built it on his own.

Wait, portal needs and sacrifice. Can he use this world's himself as a sacrifice? He could probably ask these heroes for help but on the other hand he really doesn't want to do this to him. Being Phantom majorly sucks ass and he is jealous but he knows better than to destroy other his life over it.

Before he can resolve his dilemma, something he does pings Justice League's radar and Flash is send to investigate. Thank ancients it's him because allegedly other heroes wouldn't really get it. But it was Flash who somehow gets at least part of it, gives him a food and takes him to the space station (in space!). Now they have meeting about him and he has best view of stars he could ever imagine. Even though they're a little different than he remembers from back home.

Hope you enjoyed this little idea and maybe can add to the shenanigans. Comments and reblogs are whole yours.

I hope I'm englishing correctly and won't see too many spelling or grammatical mistakes when I wake up in the morning

Have a great whatever part of day it is to you

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star-writes-sometimes · 2 months

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masterlist

marauders ♡

✦ - means part of the dealer!rem and baker!reader verse

remus lupin ☆

look after each other - ✦ idiots in love, fluff

stupid - ✦ idiots in love, fluff

green butter - ✦ idiots in love, fluff

james potter ☆

james potter smutty imagine - just smut. soft self indulgent smut.

bullet train

tangerine fics ☆

blue christmas - fem!reader, angst to fluff, established relationship, dad!tan and mum!r

insomnia, tea and clockwork oranges - gn!reader, fluff, pining, falling asleep together

bullying and cuddles - fem!reader, fluff, pining, falling asleep together, almost the exact same fic as insomnia tea and clockwork oranges because its my favourite trope

white death fics ☆

safe with you - fem!reader, hurt comfort, established relationship

#remus lupin x reader #dealer!remus x baker!reader #tangerine x reader #the white death x reader #james potter x reader

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randybutternubber · 3 months

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Get nooned

I decided to give her a sort of overall type dress that were popular in the 40s while still keeping the original description of her plaid dress. She also has some scratches on her face, which are supposed to be from the scene where she got borderline clockworked oranged. I imagined her trying to tear off the thingies, which caused her to scratch up her face. This is also why one of her eyes is a bit more shut, she scritchied it, but I think the sagging is mainly related to her ocular tumor 💔

I mainly wanted to make a design that was different from the spoon girl since they both have big themes of medical horror, and they both suffer from being ginger, or at least my noone does. I initially gave her black hair when I was first trying to figure out a design, but the thing is that she kind of just ended up looking like six, so I decided to curse her instead. I was going to give her longer hair at first, but then I realized that makes her look more like the other ginger kid because her braids are like longer than her arms. Most LN kids have bangs, so I didn’t really give her any obvious ones, mainly because I wanted to see her face and not orange shit.

She’s very lanky and skinny, mostly because throughout TSON, it’s pretty clear that noone has significant medical issues and was really sick. The line about the doctors putting tubes her to stomach made me think that it could have been gastrointestinal, so I guess it would make sense for her to be a fucking toothpick. I mean she also has a fucking tumor in her eye so…

I also gave her darker skin, but the way I rendered it makes it look like she has a really strange tan line on the center of all her limbs which I forgor to fix 💀

I don’t really like the shorts I gave her, so I’ll probably change them

Next time I’ll draw Otto taking a rip from a bong that says “world’s best child psychologist” while noone is having a seizure on the floor

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares comics #little nightmares 3 #my art #noone the sounds of nightmares #noone #noone little nightmares #otto the sounds of nightmares #the sounds of nightmares

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sebsallowapologist · 10 months

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Imagine MC gets a cat during sixth year.

Quick little sfw drabble inspired by this beautiful art from @jikasei_san

Sebastian thought it was cute that his girlfriend would pet nearly every passing cat in Hogwarts or Hogsmeade, even if it meant that they would be late for class it was worth it to hear her squeal when the cat would rub their face up against her hand.

While he thought her devotion to them was cute, Sebastian had always avoided the cats on campus. Cats were fine he supposed, but the red itchy eyes and dripping nose they would give him made him keep his distance.

It had never been much of an issue, as long as he didn’t touch any cats he wouldn’t have any problems, and that worked fine until one day his girlfriend came back to the Slytherin common room with a frail little orange patterned kitten, who looked too small to even walk properly.

With tears in her eyes she told her boyfriend and Ominis about finding the little guy sitting outside a drainage port, wet and shaking. She had picked the little thing up and wrapped it in her green scarf. Imelda had jumped up to help her clean off and care for the kitten in the girl’s bathroom.

“You’re fucked.” Is all Ominis had to say to his best friend.

Sebastian had innocently tried to sway you from keeping the cat, telling you that the beasts you took care of with Poppy was enough, the cat might be better suited to live with the other cats on campus, but you were infatuated with the little thing and how could he really deny you anything.

So his next maneuver was to just ignore the little thing. Once it had gotten a few days of love and feeding the little beast was a rocket, bouncing all over the common room, following her to the room of requirement, all over campus, she’s been started hiding the little guy in her robes so she could bring him to the library or class. Sebastian didn’t even need to touch the little thing, he was simply in it’s presence so often that his allergies had started acting up.

After the kitten had gotten slightly bigger, he started getting more adventurous. It was at this phase that the cat fell in love with Sebastian. They were constantly trying to crawl in his lap or lick his hands. Wanting to perch on the tall boy’s shoulder to get better vantage points of the common room. He almost felt bad for pushing the little guy away, but he was sick of all the itching.

It doesn’t help that he can see the joy leaving his girlfriend’s eyes every time he pushes the cat away. He hadn’t wanted to break her heart by telling her that he was allergic, but he couldn’t take anymore sad eyes.

He swallows his pride and does research in the library, and gets to work on a potion to help with his allergies. He even brings Weasley into the project when his first few batches didn't go right.

The first time he takes it Sebastian heads straight to the common room, finding his girlfriend and the kitten curled up on a sofa next to the fire.

He sits down next to them and like clockwork the little kitten stands up and walks over, settling itself in Sebastian’s lap.

“Oh!” She says and tries to shoo the cat away from him but Sebastian waves her off, petting the cat in his laugh.

The little guy loudly purrs and MC lets out the cutest little giggle that makes it all worth it.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow fanfiction

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darerendevil · 3 months

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Breandán Ó Murchú said that while the media was obsessed with the success being enjoyed by his son Cillian at present, and while that was fine, there was more to it than that.

“There are so many things happening in the world, that we should be sensible about these things and that’s what he’s saying himself as well,” said Breandán.

“We’re very pleased with him and very happy that he’s getting on so well.”

When the news came through, Cillian was at home with his parents. “We were all here, there are four of us and each is as important to us as the other, we were all together and we had a cup of tea and the story came and we were delighted.”

Cillian’s father admitted to not being fond of the fuss or ‘puililiú’ that comes with his son’s fame but recalled his son’s early interest in drama during the interview.

“He was always lively, a lovely little fellow, full of chat, and he always liked to have an adventure going on in his imagination constantly – he was full of spirit and life and imagination.

“He loved being in the company of other children and I’d say he made up a lot of stories and they did a lot of wild things from time to time – he was very mature as a young person and, I’d say, when he was at school he annoyed a teacher or two as he found it difficult to sit still while in national school, you know the way with young lads.”

His early interest was in music and the rhythm of music, his father noticed. “It’s interesting that, as he grew older, he showed an interest in the old ‘Fiannaíocht’ stories about Diarmuid and Gráinne, that surprised me.

"Anything that was exaggerated or larger than life, he enjoyed that, and I suppose there’s a link between that and drama, I don’t know.”

His father recalled that Cillian didn’t seem to be very interested in his studies during the year but when he set his mind to it, he did very well in exams and so on. “He didn’t want to spend all his time studying and when he went to Presentation College, they were very good, there were one or two in particular who noticed his interest in literature and that he had an aptitude for writing.

"When they had a band, they gave Cillian and his friends an opportunity to go on stage, and there were a few people who helped him on, including the author Billy Wall.

“Cillian was lucky to meet him, he was also very interested in history.

“I don’t think he showed an interest in acting until he met Pat Kiernan and the gang in Corca Dorcha. “He told me then that he saw Clockwork Orange on stage and this had an enormous impact on him. “He said somewhere that we didn’t bring him to the theatre when he was young but he forgot that he had three younger siblings and that made it more difficult to go to plays.

“If I was starting again with him, I’d bring him to more plays because it’s clear that he had a deep interest.”

Meeting Pat Kiernan and Enda Walsh gave Cillian the confidence he needed to immerse himself in theatre, his father said. “He got the taste for it and followed his heart, he knew then this is what he wanted to do.

“He didn’t want to do it for publicity or anything, he just wanted to do it right, I must give him that.”

Mr Ó Murchú said that Cillian wanted to do things right and that was something that pleased his father. “That’s something you wouldn’t expect from young people – you know yourself about boys, he’d lose school bags and other things like all young lads but when he put his mind to it, you’d know he wanted to do it right and that helped him enormously.”

When Cillian made his breakthrough with the stage production of Disco Pigs, he was still a Law student in UCC and his parents were getting conflicting advice from different sources saying that he should pursue his career in theatre as he was so obviously talented, while others were saying that he would be foolish to abandon his studies for the stage.

They saw him on stage in his first production, Frank McGuinness’ Observe the Sons of Ulster. “He was very good in that, I thought, though I didn’t think he was better than others in the play or anything like it but we knew he was very serious and then Disco Pigs was a revelation for us because it was on a different level entirely.

“Pat and Enda, it was clear that they were on a different level as they were so creative, himself and Eileen Walsh, the professionalism of that work amazed us and there was no stop to him after that and he met with very nice people who helped him on the road and they helped him.

“We’re very pleased entirely for him, I don’t like to say we’re proud of him because it’s his achievement, not ours,” he said.

“We brought him into the world and we did our best but we don’t see at all that we had a hand in the work that he’s doing at present but we’re not going to lose our wits and neither is he.

“We don’t like to make too much fuss about him, he’s got a job like the sons and daughters of other people and the difference, he gets a lot of publicity. “All the same we’re so happy for him and pleased.”

He said that he and his wife were in an empty cinema when they went to a 5pm screening to see him on the big screen and were very impressed. Mr Murphy is looking forward to seeing Cillian’s newest film, Small Things Like These, which is based on a Clare Keegan book and said that his son learned a lot on the Ken Loach film, The Wind That Shakes the Barley.

“I remember he came home one evening after filming and he was very worried about something that happened during that day’s filming, as if it were something that really happened, and that’s down to how immersed in the work he was and the methods of Ken Loach, that work came from the heart for that movie, I felt.” He said that film allowed people, including Cillian’s mother’s people and his own family who were involved, to talk about that period.

At home, Cillian will talk about anything before he will talk about the movies and while his parents ask him questions from time to time, and he answers them, they don’t want to fuss too much.

As for going to the Oscars, Breandán and his wife don’t intend to travel. “If he’s nominated for a BAFTA, we will go there as it’s closer to home and when he comes home from the Oscars, we will make him a cake.”

#Cillian Murphy #Breandán Ó Murchú #The Wind That Shakes the Barley #Interview #Oscars #Oscar #Small Things Like These #Awn

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francis-writes · 3 months

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can I request Alex DeLarge with a girlfriend who really likes violence

A/N: y'all need to use violence to motivate me to write regularly again😭

A match made in hell

Usually Alex doesn't take his sexual/romantic partners on his violent adventures but when he finds out you enjoy it as well, he's more than happy to have you in his gang

Maybe you casually mentioned it in a conversation, maybe Alex saw you beating someone up or maybe one time you got a bit overexcited during a gore movie. No matter how he found out, the only thing that matters is that you share passions

You join him almost every night, and Alex makes sure you're not left behind the group and that you can release all your brutal energy

For example, if you don't meet Billyboy and his gang or just don't have many victims in general, Alex lets you be first to beat the ones you find

If you don't currently assault somebody, you enjoy watching movies (often gore) and Alex is just happy he found someone who isn't disgusted by blood and guts❤️

NSFW : You often wrestle each other for fun. It's not as brutal as going ultraviolent on strangers, but the fight is hard nonetheless, and you usually end up sore and with bruises. Why is it NSFW? Because in 99% cases, these fights get you both turned on, and you end up in bed (or other available surface)

#alex delarge headcanons #alex delarge x reader #alex delarge imagine #alex delarge #a clockwork orange imagine #a clockwork orange

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rogertaylorshbb · 1 year

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"a clockworks orange" roger Taylor fanfic {part 1}

-------this is another movie theater one, this is inspired off 'a clockworks orange" apparently being one of rogers favorite movies. Also this fanfic is a bit different because normally I write in second person using "you" and "your" but for this I'm writing about a OC with roger if that makes sense. anyway hope you enjoy!!!!--------

OC- Diana {whatever last name but she doesn't need one lol}

Diana sat on her couch snuggled up with a woolly blanket and had a hot cup of tea in her hands. she needed to Realex after the long day of memorizing answers for a biology test she had coming up. biology work would be a lot easier if the guy she got paired with actually showed up to class.

she got paired up with this blonde guy called roger Taylor, she didn't know much about him, only that he never showed up to class, he played drums. she also assumed roger was a girl till she got introduced to him. she was truly baffled when she heard a deep voice from what she assumed a tall blonde girl who was just called roger for an odd reason.

she was seriously annoyed at rogers Behavior knowing she was doing all the work and he was gonna get credit for it. as she sat there thinking about it her blood began to boil and her hands squeezed around her tea cup. she then remember roger had given her his number, and she decided she was gonna call it.

she dialed the number furiously then putting the phone up to her ear while tapping her foot on the wood floors. the other end of the phone picked up and tired and soft voice spoke.

"um hello" rogers voice began

"roger its me" Diana said madly

"um, sorry, whos this" roger questioned

"are you joking??? its me you idiot! Diana! maybe you would recognize my voice if you ever showed up to class" she yelled at him.

"oh-" roger said. nothing else, just an "oh"

" "oh" what's "oh"?? roger I'm not gonna do all the work and give you credit, either you show up to class or ill tell the teacher you have done none of the work and ill ask to work alone" she shouted.

he was quiet for a bit and then sighed into the phone "fine, ill show up tomorrow"

you huffed into the phone "you better" and hung up slamming the phone down.

____-the next day-_____

Diana woke up feeling refreshed and got ready to go to class. she walked into class hoping to see rogers face. as she walked in she didn't see him but it was early and he was probably gonna come late. she sat down in her seat pulling the books she needed out.

more people started to enter the class, but roger hadn't shown up yet. class would officially begin in 10 minutes and he was no where to be seen. "little fucking rat" she whispered under her breath. she knew he wasn't gonna come but she had a little hope that maybe he would. she knew after class when she had break she was straight away gonna call him.

____---after class----____

she stormed out of class, she had a one hour break. she rushed off of the campus and to her apartment which was right next to the collage. as she paced to her apartment a blonde fellow caught her eye. "no fucking way".

not even 2 minutes away from the campus stood roger. he was on the other side of the street. he stood there with a cigarette in his hand talking to a a tall lanky guy. "that fucking-" she was baffled out of her mind. she stormed over to him with balled up fist and smoke fuming out of her ears.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" she shouted raising an eye brow at him. it took him a hot second to figure out who she was and why she was yelling at him.

"oh- um- I had band practice-" he began

"FUCK BAND PRACTICE!" she interrupted, then collected herself. "why are you even in school if you don't show up, what's the point?"

"look, I'm sorry, I- I just have other things to do" he said slowly smiling smugly shrugging his shoulders looking back to his other friend who was also smiling. roger began to chuckle a bit.

"you think this is funny" her voice began to break and her eyes began to swell.

he looked over to her with a smug and cocky smile but the smile quickly dropped when he saw her eyes face become red and her eyes become watery.

a tear rolled down her face "why aren't you taking me- ser-i- seriously" her broken and sad voice spoke.

"oh shit- she's crying" rogers friend whispered.

"yeah, you idiot I can see that" roger whispered back nudging him on the shoulder.

"look I am sorry- um-" he thought a bit trying to figure out her name "Diana, yea um- I didn't know you were so serious about it"

she just stood there shaking her head trying to keep the tears from balling down her face.

"why don't I make it up to you?" roger said. his friend then nudged him with a smile raising an eyebrow. "not like that!" roger whispered loudly to his friend hitting him on the arm.

"is there anything I can do? maybe there's something I could help you with...." he softly said.

she looked up at him using her cotton sleeves to whip away her tears. she had something in mind but she was afraid it would sound silly.

"well' she sniffled "there is something small you can do"

"well if i that small thing will you not tell the teacher?" roger questioned.

"yes" she responded.

what she wanted to ask was quite embarrassing. she was gonna ask him if he would accompany her to a movie and dinner date, not because she liked him and wanted to go out only because her bestfriend told her that her and her boyfriend were going on a date, but they wanted to go on a double date, so she had to try and find a guy too go out with her so she could accompany her bestfriend on a double date.

"look this is gonna sound weird but- uh- are you free tomorrow?" she asked nervously.

"uh yeah, pretty much free the whole day" roger said raising an eyebrow.

"look I'm not asking you out cause I like you, my friend is going on a double date and I need to a guy to go with me so I'm not third wheeling, so....?" she looked down at her shoes embarrassed.

"yeah ill go with you if that's what your asking" he shrugged.

"really?" she said looking up at him with her red eyes confusingly.

"why would I say no? a date, sounds good, what time?" he casually said.

you explained all the details to him, he seemed pretty chill like he had been asked out a million times before. after you told him everything you awkwardly said bye and walked off back to campus to go study. you were still gonna make him do work though.

-----hope you enjoyed part 1 of this! the 2nd part will probably be better though I know this part is a bit boring. also sorry if there is any mistakes with the point of view thing, its a bit hard not to write in second person I find myself often writing "you" and having to correct it lol. anyway part 2 will be up soon!!-------

@sarcastic-sourwolf

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fan fic #queen fanfiction #queen band #brian may queen #queen smut #roger taylor #fanfic #fanfic queen #roger taylor smut #roger taylor queen #a clockwork orange

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