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So, you know those AUs/theories where Bradford manipulates Della until the spear incident? That but with Webby. Like Bradford listens to them Mcduck rants and takes notes, gives her new info on Mcduck and lets them put a friendship bracelet on him (though he hides it under his sleeve.)
A little bit after Donald and HDL move in, he introduces her to F.O.W.L. He explains that he genuinely cares about Scrooge but his adventures hurt people and the town. He shows examples of people getting injured, businesses being closed and general destruction caused by adventure. He also says that he sees her as a daughter and always worries when she goes on such dangerous adventures, which sticks with her.
she continues adventuring but tries to be safer for Bradford. She also visits F.O.W.L more, getting to know some Eggheads, Steelbeak and Heron. By the time Lena tries to get them to lead her to the other bin, Webby refuses. She also starts to get in more spats with Dewey from her trying to be safer.
Despite the squabbling, Webby and Dewey always make up in the end. She still feels apart of the Duck family, they just also see some F.O.W.L members as family too. Until “The Last Crash of The Sunchaser.”..
In between the few months between the last crash and the shadow war, Webby vents to Bradford about Scrooge saying she wasn’t family. Bradford says they will always be family to him and the rest of F.O.W.L. Webby tears up. Then Bradford mentions that Webby always had her mother and stops mid sentence. When Webby demands he elaborates, Bradford looks very grim and says something along the lines of “I can’t believe Beakly never told you…”.
Webby is even more confused. Then Bradford says he knows where they’re mother is and she’d be able to explain much better then him. Then he holds her hand and leads her into the lighthouse.
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arthurtaylorlester · 11 months
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SURPRISE MALEVOLENT FIC I CHURNED OUT WITH AN ALL-NIGHTER BECAUSE MY AO3 HTML SCRIPT DIED ON ME AND I HAD TO MANUALLY FORMAT THIS !!
ft. one very possessive arthur
wait wdym you think i'm projecting again? what! nooo, why would i try to mend a relationship i don't have through writing vaguely healthy communication your crazy hahah
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wakkoroni · 6 months
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Batfam Incorrect Quotes/Scripts: pt 20!
Tim, getting ready for patrol: I bet you can’t go through the entire patrol walking on your hands
Dick: probably not… I can try though
Bruce, sighing: Tim, why would you do that? You know Dick can’t back down from a challenge
Tim, shrugging: things were getting boring around here. I had to spice things up somehow
Throughout patrol
Riddler: Riddle me this- wtf are you doing?
Nightwing: 🤸‍♀️
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ruporas · 5 months
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kisses of affirmation (ID in alt)
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humans-are-tasty · 4 months
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hoofpeet · 9 months
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Intimidation moment
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stormsofasorceress · 2 months
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baldurs gate out of context (x)
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laidenbreecatchall · 2 months
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Somebody’s jealous…
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bigfatbreak · 1 month
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"bfb why do the transformed blasphemous hero forms look like furries" because I'm a furry next question
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kennyomegasweave · 1 year
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1. Stiles left Beacon Hills to never return and left his jeep.
2. Derek saved his jeep and fixed everything. Stiles's dad flat out says Derek saved it after Stiles left and tried to fix it up. Stiles had it held together with duck tape but Derek put everything into fixing it, but it wasn't able to run perfectly.
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3. In the 15 years since Stiles left to never return, it ended up in the junkyard because Derek couldn't fix it like he wanted to, but he wouldn't abandon it.
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4. Eli, Derek's kid, would routinely steal it to piss Derek off.
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5. After Derek died. Stiles's dad gave Eli the keys to the jeep and told him Derek had "complicated feelings about the Jeep" but it should definitely be Eli's.
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So like Derek was in love with Stiles huh? Like he saved Stiles's jeep, when Stiles himself abandoned it. He tried to make it run smoothly and when he couldn't he kept it under a tarp at the junkyard to not be driven but not to be scrapped either. And then his son would regularly steal it solely to piss Derek off. Derek himself said it was just to make him mad. And then when Derek died, Sheriff Stilinski gave the keys to Eli and said he should have it and that Derek had "complicated feelings about the jeep" but it was Eli's. Derek was definitely in love with Stiles and I just.
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tinynerdycthulu · 3 months
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tbh i dunno why so many sj apologists are anti-yqy. because like????? he is your mascot. he was the originator. the head honcho of excusing sj's levels of unmitigated villainy. look into my eyes and tell me that qi ge wouldn't blush and kick his feet if he saw xiao jiu commit murder. actually we don't NEED to imagine bc jiumei did just that and yue qi just grabbed his hand and ran, no thoughts head empty. arson? child abuse?? yue qi doesn't care. whatever makes xiao jiu happy <3
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ohdeerfully · 3 months
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Alastor and reader singing jazz songs together and then reader dips Alastor and he gets all flustered? Like maybe reader notices that Alastor is having a sad time (without frowning of course he always smiles) and sings to cheer him up and then they dance together. Just general fluff? Thanks for having open requests! Remember to drink water and eat a snack!
Yess yes!! My first request >:)) i hope this was fluffy enough and not TOO ooc!
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Them There Eyes
Alastor x Reader (fluff)
TW: None here (:
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You knew Alastor better than you would care to admit. How come you, of all people, could tell when that ever-prominent smile he held was more strained than usual? You always noticed when his ears twisted slightly back, and when his brows wrinkled with an emotion he would never admit to feeling.
Was it that you knew him and just noticed these things? Or did he allow himself to loosen up his usual chipper façade around you? You honestly weren’t really sure, but you were definitely sure that something was not right with him as you watched him from the doorway of the radio tower he seemed to frequent more often lately.
He sat with his back against a red and black couch with an eye-themed pillow, one leg kicked up over the other and gently bouncing as he stared dismissively at the papers in front of him. His hands absentmindedly tossed that cane of his between his hands. You knew he was aware of your presence, probably long before you even entered the room. One couldn’t really sneak up on the famed Radio Demon. It was just strange that he had yet to acknowledge your presence.
Both of his ears flattened the slightest millimeter, but that was enough of a sign for you to finally enter the room, carefully stepping yourself to the side of the couch. You tilted your head and balanced on one foot as you tried to angle your body oh-so-inconspicuously in his line of sight.
With a look at his face, you saw that smile of his still stood strong against his sour mood, although it was a tight grin. Almost like a grimace. You straightened yourself out again and sat down on the arm of the couch, carefully not to get too close. You knew he tended to get claustrophobic, especially in this sort of state.
“Alastor,” You spoke, trying to make him acknowledge your existence. You saw that strain in his lips get even tighter, obviously not thrilled at you interrupting his brooding time. You remained silent, gently looking at him and watching the smallest movements of his ears, his lips, his eyes…
Finally, his red eyes closed and he heaved a sigh.
“(Y/N), as much as I take pleasure in your company…” He trailed, thinking about whether or not to shoo you away or let himself be so vulnerable in front of you. He decided neither option, and you watched as his whole demeanor changed in an attempt to stick that gleeful façade of his back up. “What prompted you to grace my evening with your presence?”
You knew better, obviously, than to believe that gleeful look on his face, especially after witnessing the state he was in literal seconds ago.
You eyed his perky grin. And that twitch of some sort of emotion that broke the corner of his lip. This guy… you thought, with a mental roll of your eyes.
With a motion for permission, which was given, you scooted down off the arm and next to him. Your fingers tenderly interlaced with his.
“You know,” You began, looking around the room and coming up with a scheme that was sure to put him in better spirits. His eyes followed your every move, flicking away from your face every now and then to see if there was anything of interest that had caught your eyes. “...I was listening to some songs on that old radio you gave me.”
This piqued his interest quickly. You could tell in the way his head tilted and his eyes squinted quizzically at you.
“I’m glad you are enjoying the gift, dearest,” He responded. The buzz of radio frequency in his voice was noticeably less prominent than usual, but it still stuck a tickling sensation to your skin. A sensation that had grown to be more comforting than irritating. “I assume there was something you enjoyed, to be bringing it up all of the sudden?”
“Yes,” You nodded at his question, a small hum of a sigh escaping your lips as you worked up some courage. “Stay here.”
Alastor obliged as you stood and took off down the hall. You were back only minutes later with said radio carefully gripped between your fingers.
Of course, seeing as it was a gift from the Radio Demon, the majority of the music the radio played was old jazz music. It was fun background noise usually, though, so you had quickly learned how to tune and play the thing.
You gently turned a nob, and then another, adjusting the frequency and volume of the radio. Alastor watched, a slight hint of admiration in his gaze as you fiddled with the gift he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel a greedy sense of pride knowing you liked it so much.
A tune began to play through the black mesh front, and you tugged on Alastor’s hand as an upbeat band got straight to the point in their song. You noticed a glint in the demon’s eyes and a genuine smirk quirking his lips.
You held each other’s hands, loosely jerking your arms and stepping towards, away, towards each other to the rapid tempo of the song. Alastor seemed to recognize the song, likely something from his own life, as he sang along to the voice in the radio. You were able to join in with your own makeshift humming.
You felt your chest inflate with the joy of seeing that genuine smile return to his face, and that recognizable crinkle in his eyes that you knew meant he wasn’t just putting up his usual front. Those eyes of his made your stomach flutter, especially when they looked down at you with a softness that only you knew.
He twisted you around him, and you rapidly stepped your feet in a circle to the song. You were starting to lose breath, but you ignored it for the sake of keeping up with the man in front of you. Who, unsurprisingly, had great stamina for this kind of thing.
Without thinking too much, with a trill of an instrument in the band, you stuck your leg between Alastor’s and curled your elbow and forearm over his waist, using your hand to push his torso down and against your leg, successfully dipping the vastly taller demon over.
The position was held for a moment, with your eyes locked on his widened. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He seemed barely winded. You wouldn’t dare point it out, but the gray color of his face had begun to dust with a warm blush as he was held precariously over your leg. At some point in the move, his hand had come up to grab the back of your neck. Prickling sensations rolled up and down at the feeling of his sharpened nails digging gently into your skin.
You inched your face towards his, watching his expression for any signs of rejection. When there wasn’t, you lightly pressed your lips against his, and you felt him grin against the kiss. He pushed himself up and on his feet, though maintaining a bent at the waist to keep his lips against yours.
How strange it was, you thought, being like this with one of the most feared overlords in Hell.
Breaking away, he straightened himself and smoothed down his clothes and brushed away imaginary dust. That smile of his was back, real this time. 
“Why, what a treat you are, my dear!” He exclaimed, grabbing his cane from the couch and leaning on it as he crossed one leg over the other, examining your exhausted and slightly disheveled state.
Usually, you would take care to smooth down your hair and straighten out your shirt. Momentarily, though, you just cared to see that genuine look of happiness on your demon’s face. Not that Alastor cared about your current state, of course. 
Another song began to play through the radio, and Alastor bowed and flourished his hand out towards you. You had only just caught your breath, but you took his hand again anyway and he tugged you towards him.
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crystallizsch · 3 months
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tfw when i draw jamil's side bang so inconsistently
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pigeonpeach · 5 months
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More Arlecchino Husbandry!
Cw: implied violence or possible violence: FMAB reader! Reader is called mother! Slight yandere themes (not full on though)
summary: continuation of Arlecchino Husbandry with more of a domestic focus
To say the children were estatic to know you would be a permanent member of the house hearth and you are officially their mother is a understatement. They threw a party. Even those you haven’t raised and were already grown when you arrived can recognize your importance both to their siblings and to their father: needless to say you essentially have alot of bodyguards now. Each of those children are determined to keep you safe, both out of devotion and gratitude and because it was Arlecchino’s orders to do so. And so on.
As for Arlecchino she’s quite happy to have you. She keeps you in her office on your downtime, sat nicely on her lap as she goes through paperwork so your presence can keep her calm. Occasionally she’ll press a kiss to your neck. In moments like these you two often don’t speak, rather you may be knitting or reading s book or writting ideas down for fun activities for the kids.
Arlecchino despite her deep affections fory you however is a possessive lover at her core. You’re just so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The children are protectors but if another harbinger decided to pursue you there is little they could do besides awkwardly stand by you. She knows her colleagues too well. She knows they’ll see your big heart as a weakness of hers. She knows you’re her weakness now, and in the eyes of the other harbingers it’s something they could exploit if necessary. So she simply refuses to bring you around them. Besides very few are even good company. The only harbinger you might see is Childe when he is visiting fontaine. He’s friendly to you but respectful knowing the Knave likely wouldnt like it if he was flirty with her beloved. Even so all it took was seeing him in your general direction to make her tense. Shooting him a dirty look as she quickly pulled you to her side and cut the conversation short.
In that case Childe just got glared at and scolded because he is a harbinger, she can’t kill him for something so minor. But if it was someone else who doesn’t have that sort of protection then there’s no guarantee she won’t. I wouldn’t describe this as yandere but simply a part of her job. Again you are her weakness, she cannot risk people possibly taking you from her or using you to get to her. Because that is a legit fear for her to have. So everywhere you go a underling accompanies you. Often the twins. Lynette and Lyney because they’re quite sociable and its easy for you to forget they’re your bodyguards. The children actually are very eager to accompany you because such trips are often like a day out with their mom. Its not uncommon you’ll treat them to lunch and or go shopping with them. This actually works as well because it helps you blend in easily amongst the crowd too. Sometimes you’ll bring one of the actual children with you as a fun activity to reward them for hard work. Often times you take them to get some toys or something special.
These trips are great as well, your motherly demeanor towards Lyney and Lynette often does scare away suitors but if it doesn’t Lyney is quick to intervene. And if the suitor gets aggressive from their rejection then its nothing they can’t handle. If the guards aren’t available then they could always just… kill them you know. Granted you often discourage that with the excuse of wanting to avoid legal troubles. But its a possibility.
Arlecchino herself hardly takes you to balls, she is fiercely loyal to you still, even refusing to dance with others for respect for you. This is both because the kids don’t like when you leave, and again: she doesn’t want you to become a target or too infamous because of her. She wants to keep you safe and protected.
As for gifts you can trust she won’t let you down there. She is a incredibly observant person. She knows the exact flavors, styles, items, and colors you would like. She studies your tastes diligently. It also helps she has dozens and dozens of little informants who also know your tastes. If she notices you seem overworked she books you a luxurious spa session. If she notices you’re a bit insecure them she’ll make it a point to hold you and kiss each curve and crevice of your skin. She knows you don’t have extravagant tastes but you do like things of quality and meaning. And her gifts do have meaning. If you like knitting then she’ll purchase a set of the most soft and vibrant wool. If you like reading then she’ll keep an eye on exclusive or high demand books to get you. if you’re a artist then you can guarantee you’ll never be short on paints and ever work will be framed and displayed proudly.
Also in terms of gifts you are utterly spoiled not just by your husbandwifey but your kids. They bring you trinkets and souvenirs from across the world. Often based on things that remind them of you.
Arlecchino however is a busy woman. As a harbinger she deals with stressful situations and stressful meetings. And as her new bride you do have the expectation of tending to her. My advice is to simply let her lay her head on your shoulder or lap. Embrace her gently and don’t ask for details. More often then not she cannot tell you what exactly has happened but it’s usually frustration from dealing with the other harbingers. Usually the males. You’ve heard her grievances and slander of each male at this point. If you really want to help her relax then just smile softly and nod along. Your compliance and obedience is a well needed relief to her. Then tell her good news of the kids, how their skills have improved, etc.
When you’re upset on the other hand, maybe shaken up from a failed kidnapping/assassination attempt you can bet she’ll come to you quickly. She’s wiling to ditch a meeting if she thinks its that severe. Before she gets to you however, you can bet the kids will also comfort you. Often holding you and fiercely protecting you. When she gets there they leave to give you two privacy and to stand outside to make sure no one comes by. Upon which she will hold you tighter than you’re used to her. Her nails almost digging into your skin as she breathes heavily. She waits till you’re collected to ask for details and assures you the perpetrator will not be spared or shown a slight of mercy. All those involved will be hunted down and eliminated. Until then she will personally keep you by her side. With a voice surprisingly shakey, a sound only you will hear and ONLY you: she proclaims her utter devotion to you. She proclaims that she loves you in a soft voice. This softness and weakness is a rare sight, its only done to comfort you and when she’s quite alarmed herself.
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bakubunny · 5 months
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omgggg aizawa and "you are doing so well"
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ughhhhh nonnieeee
hitting me right where it hurts with aizawa + praise. 😮‍💨 gonna go with “reader who’s still not used to his (huge) dick” trope.
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“i ca-can’t sho, ‘s too b-big,” you say with a hiccup. heat flamed your cheeks hearing how pathetic you sounded in your own head.
you’d thought when you met shota that - because you’d had sex plenty of times before - you wouldn’t be too phased after seeing his size, but your clenching pussy told another story. his thick cock was a bit over halfway in your cunt, his length already feeling like the first two thirds you had was too much even though he was gently pushing deeper.
“shhh, it’s okay. you can do it, baby,” shota said as he pulled back and slowly fucked you.
you whimpered at the sound of his voice, fingers digging into his shoulders as your poor cunt tried to accommodate him. shota kissed you as you fucked partially in an attempt to distract you from how full you felt. slowly but surely, he pushed deeper still as his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your clit until he eventually bottomed out.
“‘m so f-full,” you whined.
“i know, it’s a lot, huh?” he replied. “you ready?”
you nodded dumbly.
“that’s my girl,” shota cooed, giving you a kiss on the nose.
his hips pulled back and thrust into you fully for the first time, and your eyes went wide. even in the dim light, you could see his grin. shota thrust again, a gasp on your lips before he set an easy pace, pulling a high pitched whine from your lips.
“oh shit, fuck-”
your buried your face in your hands and bit your cheek, wishing you could hide the fact that you were already a mess as his hips smacked into yours. you hadn’t known that getting fucked by a dick like his could feel so overwhelming and so good.
“aww, don’t be shy, baby,” he said. “let me see that pretty face.”
a shudder ripped down your spine as your cunt fluttered and squeezed him, another stifled moan on your lips. you took a chance and tentatively met his gaze. a heavy moan left your chest when you were rewarded with shota fucking you harder and faster as your mind fell into an empty haze, pleasure washing through your body as he did.
“there she is. you’re doing so well,” shota said, leaning down to give you a kiss.
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@dcsiremc eat up
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spaceistheplaceart · 19 days
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found an old ekurei comic rotting in my files, decided to finish it. upon my rewatch of mp100 i kept noticing how many times dimple was referred to as a pet- but he's not ! ! ! he's a friend :)
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