#& he was just like. 'did you just SAMPLE that????'

[scented-morker]

Lovesick fools

Alternatively… enha’s reaction to being on a variety show with their idol!crush

No warnings, 2k words, implied fem!reader.. these took me forever </3

Heeseung

Fourth gen vocalists on the show ‼️

He was so excited to be there that he totally forgot you would def be there too

Until he was getting his makeup done and you walked in with curlers in your hair and coffees in your hand

He immediately found himself smiling at how cute you looked, and it only got worse when you handed him a cup

"Twitter said this was your order, I hope it's right."

The makeup artist starts laughing and opts out of putting blush on him bc he's all red from you

Once filming starts you all sing a prepared cover, and he's so focused on his own that he stays calm for most of it

Except yours is last, which means his mind is fully empty since he’s done and now all he’s able to focus on is how pretty you sound and the way you smile through the words

You sing 'drinks or coffee' from rose's new album and he swears you wink at him

"We don't have to talk, I know that you want me."

Twitter goes crazy bc you absolutely did wink at him, and they have the slow mo replay to prove it

Him blushing like mad also goes viral

He walks up to you backstage

"So... do you want to get drinks or coffee?" 🤭

Jay

It's shuhua's show again, but instead of sunghoon he's paired up with you

Bro gives himself a pep talk in the mirror before filming starts

"You are cool and calm and will not giggle like a school girl at her. Shes going to look pretty and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Thinks it should be illegal to look good in a work uniform, but there you are

You guys are cooking and you're so impressed by how well he does at separating the fat from the meat

You are so horribly bad at it that Shuhua looks like an expert 💔💔

"Jay I think you need to help her, she's massacring the product."

Ok girl are you a host or a wingman

But he does, telling you to adjust your grip on the knife, reaching over to show you how to do it better which has you blushing like crazy

You guys are partnered up trying to give away samples against shuhua which is where you shine bc people just can't stay away from you especially when you pout and ask 'pretty please?'

Jay doesn't blame them, he's ready to buy everything in the store from you

One of the girls doesn't bat an eye at you when you beg but you're desperate so you yell after her

"Look how handsome my partner is, don't you want to come buy something from us?"

The girl comes back but Jay can't even be flattered bc he's too busy freaking out that you think he's cute

"Did you really mean that?" He asks you after filming

"Of course I did, I'm not blind."

So he asks for your number and ofc you give it to him

Jake

It’s some sort of school setting show

You guys are paired up against Jay and another member of your group as the four of you compete with trivia questions

You’re all English speakers, so they make you answer everything in English and since we’re already being delulu let’s say you have an English accent bc we know Jake loves that

You have to yell at him to lock in because when you start trying to reason out the question he’s so focused on your voice that he isn’t listening to a word you say

You guys are getting whooped by the other team

That is until your member makes a joke about you saying how your ideal type is a smart guy

Bro instantly locks tf in

“October 23rd, 2016”

“That is correct! Team Hot Accents gets another point as they make an impressive comeback!”

Yes that’s your team name, you both have hot accents and you know it 🤷‍♀️

You get so excited every time you guys score a point that you’re practically bouncing in your seat cheering and giving him high fives

You answer a few questions after that but he’s definitely carrying you guys and he could not be happier about it

“Don’t worry y/n, I got you. Just sit there and look pretty.” 😍

By the end you guys are tied and the hosts ask you to give your partner a good luck charm as he and Jay face off for the last question

You contemplate kissing his cheek before realizing that would probably get you murdered on twitter so you settle for giving his hand a squeeze after interlocking your fingers post high five

When he gets the question right he runs over and picks you up to spin you around in celebration

The editors definitely put some incriminating caption like [a very overexcited reaction from the golden retriever] that fans laugh at him for afterwards

But he doesn’t care bc you were in his arms and that’s all that matters ‼️

After filming you’re like “wow Jake you’re so smart do you want to hang out sometime?”

YEP YEP YEP YES HE DOES

Sunghoon

You guys were both ex figure skaters, so they had you guys film an episode at a rink

They got both of you a new version of one of your old costumes, and sunghoon was immediately red at the sight of you in the sparkling dress with a little cut out on the side

You both spent the first few minutes just running around on the ice, enjoying being back

The hosts had a list of skills they read out and then made each of you try

It only made sunghoon's crush bigger watching you move so gracefully, and he grinned so big whenever you'd compliment him

"Woah, he's still really good!"

Towards the end they had you try partner moves, everyone cheering when you guys synced up so well in the turns and twists

“Woah they look really good together! It’s like fate they move at the exact same time!”

They even let you try a stunt, and sunghoon became a stuttering mess when he put his hand on your waist where the cut out in your costume was

"Is- is this ok? I don't want to drop you, but we could skip it if you want."

"Of course it's ok!"

He's so touched at the amount of trust you put in him while trying out partner tricks

And it's rightfully placed considering the time you guys mess up he makes sure to change the angle of your fall so that he takes the brunt of the impact instead of of you

You apologize so many times, including going up to him after filming to thank him again

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"How about a date?"

Sunoo

Who knows why the show paired you guys up

Maybe they saw the media attention from your brief waves to each other at an award show and the viral ‘bite me’ challenge you did together

But they bring both of you to a cafe set and you have to make coffees and such before being interviewed

You’d worked at a coffee shop predebut so at one point you reach over and grab his hand to adjust the way he holds the cup under the milk steamer

The editors zoom in on his red face while you turn around and practically sprint away

Your last task before the interview is to make a drink for the other person while they film a confessional about you

You’re sitting there stuttering over your words as an explanation as to why you ran after helping him earlier and how kind he was when you filmed your tiktok together last time

Meanwhile, sunoo is asking the staff for help to make your super specific and stupidly difficult drink order that he knows from watching your interviews

He pretends it was casual and easy once he joins you at the table, setting the cup down in front of you like he didn’t restart it 3 times

“This is my favorite coffee!! I didn’t even remember them teaching us this!”

“Wow that’s so weird, lucky me I guess”

He tried to be nonchalant but it was NOT working

He literally lets out a giggle as soon as you drink it and do a little happy dance when it’s exactly how you like

When the interviewer asks about your relationship (bringing up the award show wave) Sunoo says that you guys are casual friends but he hopes you can become closer after filming together

To which you respond ABSOLUTELY and promise to wave at him at every schedule you see him

That’s enough for his weak heart for one day so he doesn’t end up following up after the cameras stopped

but you kept your promise and after a few months of excited waves and animated conversations at award shows he secures your number and a date

Jungwon

He’s too responsible to risk anything by talking about his crush on you but once in a live you said you really admired him because you couldn’t imagine having to lead your group while being one of the youngest members

(He saved the video and probably replayed it about fifty times afterwards)

But that was enough to make one of the shows want you guys together !!

Which is how you end up trailing behind him through a creepy dark building while scare actors try to freak you guys out

Bro was not excited for this but he is doing his best bc YOU NEED HIM ‼️

You are so close to his back that he can feel your body heat and when someone jumps out you practically climb on his back

You apologize profusely afterwards, but he waves it off, offering you his arm to grasp onto for the rest of the time

You say in a confessional part that you were scared out of your mind but it was bearable bc Jungwon was there

“He was so brave and cool, it made me feel so much better!”

He isn’t even scared anymore, he’s just mad bc they’re intentionally making you upset so his cute angry face pops out and the two of you make it through the whole haunted house in record time

Afterwards he tells you that he hopes he wasn’t mean or anything, he was just upset they were scaring you

He was mad at them for doing their jobs 💔 rip

But that just made you appreciate him more

“Can I treat you to lunch one day? To thank you for taking such good care of me?”

He MELTS, of course you can

Riki

You and him were both on a variety show to show the difference between maknaes

He was the image of a cool and mature maknae, while you were the giggly pink maknae of your group

He thought it was gonna be awkward bc the whole point of the show was how different you guys were, but you got along so easily

As soon as you started talking he was a GONER

He'd watch you answer a question and get so distracted looking at your face that the hosts would have to repeat the question for him to respond to after 😭

So much for being cool

They ask him how he feels about aegyo to which he describes how passionately he hates it

So they make you do aegyo for him to see if he reacts

HE DOES

Homeboy starts blushing without even realizing it

It puts the biggest smile on his face that they tease him about for the rest of the show

You tell him you'll give him lessons in it if he wants while live and that's how he approaches you after

"You probably need my number to set up those lessons right?"

[beautypasseslikeadream]

This seems like an appropriate place to recount one especially memorable time I picked up R from kindergarten. His teacher greeted me at the door with one of my least favourite of his phrases: "Well, we made some not-so-good choices this afternoon!"

I barely repressed the urge to say, "Mr G, I'm sure YOUR choices were fine. What did my feral goblin child do?"

R emerges from the door, not quite as sheepish as he should be, considering that he has clearly cut off his own bangs.

"It was [best friend]'s idea!" He said, as if the two of them hadn't already been a two-child echo chamber of bad ideas for six months.

Mr G, with exactly the unending patience you'd want from a kindergarten teacher said, "Yes, R, tell your mom what you and your friend were doing."

"Please say, 'playing hair salon'," I silently beg my child.

"We were collecting our DNA," said R, as if that excused any violation of the classroom scissor policy.

"They made a bowl out of paper for their samples and everything." Mr G knows better than to express pride in misbehaviour, as that guarantees repetition of said behaviour, but we've had enough of these conversations for me to know that he enjoys stuff like this far more than the usual, "Kevin bit Michael" sorts of drama that 4 and 5yos normally get into.

It is at this point that I notice that, not only is R missing some hair, the hem of his shirt is missing several ragged triangles of fabric. I reach for it, mentally assessing the mending process, when R speaks again, in a distinctly put-out sort of voice.

"I WAS gonna get my socks' DNA but that's when the scissors got taken away."

I glance at Mr G, who clarifies that R and his co-conspirator have lost their scissor privileges for a day. I suggest two days for R, as (believe it or not) I had told him several days before that he could not cut up the shirt he was wearing to make a bat costume.

R by this point has run off, clearly aware that I am only objecting to all of this on principle, and not because I'm actually mad at him. I turn back to Mr G and say:

"Honestly, I'm just glad they were content with hair samples for DNA and weren't taking blood samples."

We shared a laugh, not that R couldn't hear, and then R and I were on our way home. Don't worry, I made sure to set things straight for R. He now understands that shirts and socks do not have DNA and therefore do not need to be included in whatever vital research he is doing.

Today’s school run chaos featured:

- Dr Glass, a long covid haver, was not on scene.

- bear(7) excused themselves with a Formal Letter, which was accepted.

- bug(4) however demanded to go to school, as they have a phonics test and are planning to surpass their fiancé on it

- mouse(1.5) after doing some strategic nonverbal squeaking and begging, was presented with a highly desirable used butter knife, adorned with Nutella residue, in a fit of absentmindedness by myself. Normally, house policy is that Mouse is not armed, but I was distracted and their squeaking was so confident that it just sort of happened. Mouse then carefully licked the knife clean and secreted it in a very clever place for later.

- the very clever place was down the neck of their sleepsuit/footie pajamas, so it slid down into their foot; upon being taken down after breakfast, they tried to subtly retrieve it and ALMOST got away with it.

- “MOUSE HAS A KNIFE”

[rafesbabygirlx]

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙴𝚕𝚜𝚎)

𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚡 𝙺𝚘𝚘𝚔!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝙺𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢'𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛. 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 - 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊? 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒��) 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 (𝚌𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍)

𝚊/𝚗: 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

The tires of your Range Rover crunched against the gravel as you pulled up outside a small, weather-beaten shack on the edge of the Cut. You’ve never been to this side of the island. Never needed to. The place was a far cry from the pristine streets of Figure Eight, and you felt a pang of unease as you stepped out, clutching your bag a little tighter. You’d heard Barry’s name whispered at parties, a go-to for things Kooks didn’t dare openly admit they indulged in. Now, here you were, venturing into unfamiliar territory just to prove to yourself you weren’t all polished edges and privilege.

Barry emerged from the shadows of his porch, and for a moment, the air seemed to still. He wasn’t what you’d expected—rugged, yes, but with a dangerous allure that made your breath hitch. He was really good looking. His smirk was equal parts amusement and intrigue as he leaned casually against the doorframe. You noticed his gold tooth shine in the sunlight. His eyes dragged over you in a way that made you feel both exposed and invincible. 

“Didn’t think a princess like you would make it out here,” he drawled, his voice low and smooth, as if this wasn’t the most dangerous thing you’d ever done. 

“Just here for business,” you said, lifting your chin, determined not to let him see how out of your element you felt. 

He stepped aside, gesturing for you to come in. The inside was dimly lit and smelled faintly of motor oil and stale cigarettes, but his presence made the room feel smaller, the tension palpable. As you sat on the battered couch, Barry leaned against the counter, watching you with an intensity that made your pulse race. 

“Relax,” he said, offering you a beer, his lips twitching into a smirk. “You seem a little... uptight.” 

“I was looking to score, everyone told me to come to you,” you try to say as confidently as possible. You try to not look him in his eyes as they scanned over you. You were always so used to musky colognes, polos and full on arrogance, you were taken back from the way Barry made you feel. And it was hot the way he did.

“You want a sample? You don’t need to be scared.” Barry asked, sitting right next to you pulling out a baggy. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even know when he crossed the room. You just nodded your head. 

Minutes turned into hours as the two of you talked, his blunt confidence wearing down your defenses. You had gone through a couple of lines and a blunt. You felt so free with him. 

You felt a warmness inside you as he stared into your soul. You spoke about anything and everything with him. 

 When he shifted closer, his knee brushing yours, the unspoken tension snapped. His hand slid to your jaw, pulling you into a kiss that was anything but polite. You responded without hesitation, the thrill of danger outweighing any lingering doubts. 

Barry’s hands were rough but sure as they slid down your sides, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap on the creaky old couch. The air between you crackled with a mix of lust and defiance, the faint hum of his speaker playing some outlaw country song you didn’t recognize fading into the background. You felt his lips graze your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine, the stark contrast of his brash demeanor and the care in his touch throwing you off guard.

“You’re full of surprises princess,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and gravelly. His fingers traced the hem of your silk blouse, the luxurious fabric a stark contrast to the threadbare material of his jeans. “Didn’t peg you for the type to slum it out here with someone like me.”

“Didn’t peg you for the type to make a girl feel this welcome,” you shot back with a moan escaping right after. A teasing smirk playing on your lips as your hands trailed over his shoulders and you pushed down on his growing bulge. His laugh was rough against your skin, sending vibrations through your body, almost disbelieving, as his hands tightened on your waist.

“Careful, rich girl,” he warned, his eyes locking with yours. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” you whispered, leaning in until your lips were just a breath away from his. His answer came in the form of a searing kiss, his hands gripping you tighter as if daring you to pull away. But you didn’t. You pressed closer, fingers tangling in his hair as you gave in to the magnetic pull that had been building since you walked through the door.

The room seemed to blur around you, the creak of the couch and the faint smell of weed fading into the periphery. Barry’s hands were everywhere, roaming over your body as if mapping out territory he intended to claim. When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed back down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked up at you, his thumb tracing slow circles on your hip.

You nodded, breathless. “I would’ve left by now if I wasn’t.”

His smirk returned, cocky and irresistible. “Guess I’ll have to show you what you’ve been missing then.”

Barry laid you down gently on the worn-out couch, the cushions sagging beneath your weight but offering just enough support for the moment. His hands traced down your sides, rough palms igniting goosebumps on your skin. 

You reached for the hem of your top, peeling it off and tossing it aside, leaving you bare from the waist up. Barry’s gaze darkened as he stood. He pulled his shirt over his head, the dim light casting shadows over the lean muscles of his chest. You shimmied off your shorts, panties following as he admired you from above.  

“Damn, angel,” he muttered, his voice a low growl as he knelt over you. “You’re somethin’ else.”  

He leaned back down, his lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his hands trailing over your body with a mix of reverence and hunger. When he pulled back, his mouth moved to your neck, then lower, until his tongue flicked over one hardened peak.  

You gasped, your back arching into him as his mouth worked its magic, alternating between licking and sucking on your nipples. His free hand kneaded your other breast, rough fingers drawing circles that sent electric sparks through your body.  

“Barry…” you breathed, your voice trembling with need as he moved lower.  

He smirked against your skin, pressing kisses down your stomach, his stubble grazing your sensitive flesh. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue darted out to tease your folds. He licked and sucked, his mouth working you over with deliberate skill, and a soft moan escaped your lips.  

“Fuck,” you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. The sensation was intoxicating, but you needed more. You tugged harder, guiding him back up your body.  

“Barry,” you said, your voice firm but breathless, “I need you. Fuck me already.”  

His grin was devilish as he crawled back up to face you, his eyes locking with yours. “Impatient, huh, miss country club?”  

“Don’t make me beg,” you shot back, a teasing edge to your tone.  

He chuckled, standing briefly to shed himself of his boxers, his arousal evident and ready. Positioning himself between your legs, he lined up with you, the anticipation making your heart race.  

“You ready for this, princess?” he asked, his voice softer this time, a flicker of vulnerability hidden behind the bravado.  

“Just shut up and fuck me, Barry,” you whispered, pulling him closer.  

With a smirk, he pressed forward, slowly entering you, both of you gasping at the intensity of the moment. His body pressed against yours, his lips finding yours once more as he started to move, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

Barry’s rhythm quickly turned from teasing to relentless, his hips slamming into yours with precision. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure radiating through your body, building the tension higher and higher. His rough fingers found your clit, rubbing in tight, rapid circles that matched the pace of his movements.  

“Barry!” you gasped, your voice high and breathless as the intensity became overwhelming.  

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, leaning down to nip at your neck. “Take it, princess. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”  

The overwhelming sensations coiled tight in your stomach until you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your whole body tensed as your release hit you like a tidal wave, a scream ripping from your throat as you squirted, soaking both of you in the aftermath.  

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Barry muttered, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. A few more hard strokes, and he pulled out, groaning deeply as he finished on your thigh, hot and sticky against your skin.  

You were still catching your breath, trembling slightly, as Barry leaned back on his heels, watching you with a satisfied grin. Without breaking eye contact, you reached down, scooping some of his release onto your fingers. Slowly, you brought them to your lips, sucking them clean with deliberate slowness.  

“Shit,” Barry muttered, his voice hoarse. “You’re fucking sexy.”  

You smirked, sinking back into the couch as he wiped his forehead, still coming down from the high. The room was silent except for your heavy breathing and the faint hum of the refrigerator.

After a while, Barry stretched out beside you, pulling you against his chest with an arm draped casually over your shoulder.  

“Don’t hesitate to come back,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple.  

You tilted your head to meet his eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “After that, Barry, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”  

He chuckled, squeezing your waist. “Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

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[bwat5-blog]

All I See Is Family: Arcane Oneshot

Non-Cannon Compliant: Jinx/Isha alive, one year after the war

The Kiramman home was alight with activity. Tobias was setting up his jukebox with all of Vi's favorite songs, while porters scurried to and fro, stacking the gifts Caitlyn had been hiding for weeks on the long table. Ekko stood on a high ladder, putting the finishing touches on the mural he had been secretly working on for weeks. Jinx and Isha were leaping about, streaming banners, ribbons, and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY VI!" signs on almost every available surface. Meanwhile, Caitlyn checked over the food, unable to stop herself from smiling at the scene.

"Violet is going to be so surprised!" she exclaimed, a little louder than she intended, blushing.

"You got that right, fancy-pants. We never had parties like this as kids, that's for sure. Hey, Isha! No, don't string banners on ladders with people on them!"

Jinx turned to her adopted daughter just in time to catch Isha in the act of something that could have ended badly for Ekko. Caitlyn laughed as Ekko scowled and continued his work. She walked over to the warm table keeping the food hot.

"Jinx, can you try this soup? Vi described it as a favorite from when you were kids, so I hope we got it right."

Jinx strode over and sampled some, looking downright pensive.

"It's perfect, Caitlyn," she said so sincerely that Caitlyn actually blushed in shock but nodded, smiling.

The preparations continued at a breakneck pace, as Vi would be done with physical therapy in less than an hour, and it was only a short walk back to the estate.

"Hey, fancy-pants, it's our first time here. Where's the restroom?" Jinx called.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "You can use mine. Hang a right from here, then three doors down. Just don't go snooping in Vi and my room."

"I wouldn't dare!" Jinx grinned and took off, making Caitlyn groan as Isha signed to her, "She's going to empty every drawer."

Caitlyn continued happily, picking up and getting everything just right when she realized it had been a while, and Jinx hadn’t returned.

"Please don't be rearranging our closet by smell or something," Caitlyn muttered as she stepped out quickly. But as she walked down the hall, she heard... crying?

She entered the bedroom and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking. "Jinx... is everything okay?" The only answer was a deep sob. She slowly pushed the door open.

Jinx was sitting with her knees to her chest, her head down, sobbing and curled up tight in a corner. Her eyes darted up to the large mirror.

"Jinx, what's wrong?" Caitlyn asked softly, walking over and kneeling down. But the younger woman pulled away slightly.

"I don't deserve to be here..." Jinx whispered so quietly that Caitlyn almost couldn’t hear through her broken crying.

"Why would you say that?" Caitlyn asked gently, reaching out and relieved when Jinx allowed her to place a hand on her knee.

"I know you haven’t forgotten what I did here... How could you? I’m a monster," Jinx cried, shame and pain bleeding into her ragged voice.

Caitlyn sighed, looking up at the mirror. It had once been a horrific reminder for her. After the events with Jinx, she hadn’t been able to shower alone for the longest time, and if the mirror fogged up too much, it could send her into a panic attack. But now she understood more. She knew how grief, anger, and pain could twist someone—especially someone as young as Jinx had been when Silco got his hooks into her. Caitlyn scooted slightly closer, rubbing small circles on Jinx's back.

"What you did… it hurt me. I’m not going to lie; pretending otherwise would just make things worse between us. But Jinx... It took me losing myself to my own grief, pain, and hate to realize how much pain you were in during those dark times. They were your decisions, it’s true, but my god, you were so young and had suffered so much. All for the crime of being vulnerable in a world where the powerful didn’t care like they should have. When you took me, it took time, separation, and healing for me to understand. Yes, you made those choices, but you were also manipulated by people who convinced you they could be trusted. They made you think I was going to take your sister away from you again. I can’t imagine how scary that must have been for you."

Jinx looked at her with wide, tear-filled eyes before lunging forward and hugging Caitlyn so tightly she could hardly breathe.

"Your mom, I—"

Caitlyn shook her head, holding her close. "You struck at a building, Jinx, not a person. And although I will always miss and love my mother, you attacked a place that had only ever caused you pain. It was a moment when you were drowning in grief as the third father figure in your life died. Regardless of what kind of man he was, I know that hurt you. But look at all you’ve done since. Raising Isha, saving me in the commune back then, fighting against Ambessa and Viktor… You’re a hero, Jinx. And you’re my little sister."

Jinx looked up at her in awe but with a small smile. "How can you be so nice?"

Caitlyn smirked, unable to suppress a chuckle. "Despite her crusty exterior, your sister is the most loving person in Runeterra. I think she’s rubbed off on me."

They both laughed and helped each other up. Caitlyn placed her hands supportively on Jinx’s slight shoulders and turned them both to face the mirror.

"Nothing to be afraid of anymore," Caitlyn said. "All I see here is family."

[eternaltempest]

Not A Fighter (Oneshot)

Roboute Guilliman x Fem Reader

A/N: Heyo, I've never written publicly before, I've written to myself just never posted on public forums. A friend encouraged me to post so I'm giving it a whirl. I'm also really lost when it comes to tags so *shrugs* So sorry if it's rough around the edges, but here goes! Hope ya'll enjoy -3-

S: You were recruited by Guilliman himself as a personal chef/secretary, strictly professional. But lbr it didn't stay that way for long. He works too much for his own good so you drop by to provide him some... nourishment

fluff? add a little bit of spice

Macragge's Honour glides silently through a starlit abyss. On the flagship, in a dimly lit room, a certain blue Primarch clad in his robes haunches over his desk, surrounded by the soft glow of dataslates and servo skulls. Scouring over countless documents and scrolls relating to only the Emperor knows what. It is silent, the peace half broken by the shuffling of papers and the scribble of ink on paper. Just the way he liked it.

His ridiculously long desk is in the middle of an office that dwarves a typical administrative room. Its style is a mirror of the rest of the flagship but decorated with shelves upon shelves of books, scrolls, and tomes. It boasts a ceiling of incredible height which would put to shame any chapel or imperial temple. Necessary on account of the Primarch’s stature when compared to a normal person. Or at least a normal Space Marine. 

You knock at the towering double doors and it shakes him from his concentration. He shoots the quickest glare at them before he goes straight back to his tasks. He hates being interrupted.

“Enter.” 

The right door opens and you push your way through it, dressed in a robe of light amaranth. The cloth contouring just enough of your figure to demand a second glance, yet still leaving much to the imagination. Half of your hair let down, and the other half held up by adorning laurels of shimmering gold. You enter, pushing a metal cart with a cloche and pitcher of hot water. 

“Good evening, Lord Guilliman.” 

His focus remains unbroken but he takes note of the soft voice that issues its greeting.

“What brings you here?” 

He responds sharply, preferring to keep whatever business this is brief. 

The sound of wheels on the marble white floor cuts across the room until you stop just to the right of his desk. 

“It is evening, my lord. You have been working tirelessly for some time.” 

“Leave it. It is of no consequence.” He mutters without even bothering to look up. 

You stay silent and remain at your spot next to the cart. The lack of response finally breaks his gaze on his work and up to you, only to immediately be pulled back down as he commands. 

“I will not repeat myself.” 

“Oh you needn't, your Excellency. I understand you are quite enthralled with your work. I, however, seem to find myself with an abundance of time.” 

The scribble of the pen stops followed by a moment of silence. He looks up, this time his eyes meet yours in a solemn defiance. He sighs deeply, too text weary to argue and too exhausted to fight the insistence. 

“What is it that you have brought me?”

You quickly open the cloche; revealing a set of chalices alongside an assortment of small dishes and what seem to be agri berries.

“A variety of berries and fruits to nourish and hydrate you. The berries have been soaked in a solution to enhance not only their flavor but also vitamin intake. I prepared samples of amino-porridge packed with sauteed caba nuts. Then we have a helping of triglyceride gel that I have seasoned with spices from the agri-world of-” 

You continue on, attempting to keep it short but informative. Guilliman eyes you closely, taking note of your form and graceful movements while you serve him. 

He had conscripted you to serve as Mistress of the Imperial Refectorium directly under him. 

He did so not only for your uncanny talent at gastronomy but also for your capabilities as an administrative assistant. You not only taught Refectorial serfs to make delectable food but also handled the logistics of the kitchens on Macragge and onboard the various imperial flagships. But only ever accompanying him. Always with him.

“Your Excellency? Are you listening?” 

A barely-visible frown tugs at his lips as you begin organizing his paperwork to clear a space for his meal. 

“Do not call me that. I loathe when you call me that.” 

You let out a polite huff as you draw nearer to him. There is no wasted movement when you serve the plates neatly in front of him. Your locks cascade in front of him, their sheen is reflected by the light of the candles and data slates. He can't help but be tempted to reach out to them, but your sharp retort brings him out of the momentary trance. 

“And I loathe when I am ignored.”

You sneak a glance at the documents sprawled before you. 

“Besides, I'm sure these old scrolls can wait a few brief moments while you eat?” 

“No. I have much to do. I’ve no time for frivolities.”

Your face falls, and you bite your bottom lip in silent disappointment. But you quietly turn to look at him, you trace the crevices of his face that dance with the candle light. You love how they adorn him, like scars after years of being bombarded by the Astra Administratum and Militarum alike. His strong hands glide across paper, the pull of his muscles stretching up his forearms and ending at his rock solid arms. His bicep alone dwarfed your head. By the Emperor, he was radiant.

It had been a long time since he had donned the Armor of Fate after he was attempting to wean himself of it. 

Much to your delight. Even if it once was keeping him alive, you were glad he was able to go longer periods without it. He looked appealing with the armor on but all the more so when it wasn't obscuring his magnificent form.

You cast one last lingering look before an idea forms in your head. Keeping his dismissive remark in mind, you start packing your collection of dishes back on the cart.

The sudden clatter steals his attention and he double takes when he notes your curt repacking.

“What are you-”

“You're absolutely right, my lord. You have no time for such things. That's why I am going to make time.” you snap, not letting him finish his question.

“What?” 

“I am going to help you. That way you will have some time to eat something. Frivolous as it may be.” 

“Wait I-” 

You blatantly ignore him and start moving the towers of papers, surrounding yourself with them and making a spot for yourself on the desk. Your head darts to and fro, searching for an extra pen flimsy. 

“I said wait!” He says with more urgency than he intended. He grabs your arm, freezing you in place. 

You look down at the sudden contact. Then your eyes find his, slowly, and perhaps more intimately than they should. Yet you say nothing.

“Stop, I…” 

He lets out a barely audible exhale, softly placing his other hand around the small of your back. 

“I was only… ” 

He flicks his gaze down to his paperwork. He truly did not want you to go. Although he knew he would outlive you for many more millennia, you were one of the very few people he learned to appreciate. He had known many in his expansive life but they treated him as he was. A leader, a Primarch, commander of the Imperium. Second only to the Emperor himself. Which was not out of the realm of expectation, but he hated that too few treated him as you did. As a person. A friend. 

“Only what? …Roboute.” You cock your head in an attempt to peer into his eyes once again.

You didn't care for title or rank and you spoke plainly. He adored the bluntness. After years of service, and essentially taking care of him, he came to care for you in turn. 

Primarchs had no time or drive for frivolities like interpersonal relationships. But your frankness and jovial attitude grew on him. And soon something of a partnership had formed. A companionship, only occasionally taking a page out of Fulgrim’s book in considering you anything like a consort. 

Of course… The latter was known only to the two of you. A Primarch does not have time for the sweeter pleasures in life- especially not the Commander and Lord Regent of the Imperium. At least not much time. This, however, he had decided was one of those times.

His hand snakes around your waist and he pulls, yet she does not budge. 

“... Roboute.” you protest, a low warning in your voice as you put a hand on his arm that rests on your waist. 

Your gaze goes from him to the door. 

“There's no need to worry about unwanted distractions, I made sure to secure the locks.”

He grabs your hand and holds it in his. He peers into your eyes, a warmth enveloping the two. You can no longer resist a tender smile and you slide your hand onto his cheek. He's cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat of your hand and he inadvertently nestles into it.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips “Are you aware you have very little resistance when it comes to these things, Roboute? You don't put up much of a fight.”

He peeks open a single eye and responds curtly “It is widely known that I am not a fighter. I excel more as a tactician, an administrator.” 

“Hah! That's the understatement of the millennia.” You say with a toothy grin as you shoot a look back down at the mountain of documents on his desk. 

Though he is sitting and you remain standing, you still have to tilt your head up to match his gaze. His titanic stature truly makes you feel minuscule in your 5 foot something body. But behind his size you know there is a sadness, a weariness from the overwhelming weight he has on his shoulders. 

He notices you peering at him and tries another tug at your waist.

“You do not need to do anything. Just stay here. With me.” He whispers in a low voice. 

A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth. You pull up the hem of your dress, cautiously sliding onto his broad lap. As you do, you plant a silent, tender kiss on his cool cheek. He brings you both closer to his desk and he goes straight back to working. 

A brief moment passes before you realize that his attention has once again focused on the matters at hand. Irked at how quickly he delves back into his boundless work, you have a sudden idea. You throw your arms around his neck and bring your lips up to his ears. 

“Ro…” you whisper, your breath caressing his ear. 

A shiver creeps down his spine and he lets out a stifled groan.

“Do not distract me, woman.” 

His reaction drives your mischievous mood and you rest your head on his unarmored shoulder. 

“Distracting am I?” You nuzzle into his neck and purposely talk into his skin. The reverberations of your voice sending another synapse of sparks through him.

Another strained breath slips from him “Stop, ngh, teasing. This is important.” 

You giggle, the sound an angelic hum in his ears, but nevertheless distorting his focus. 

“I'm not teasing. I'm relaxing you.” 

Before continuing, you reach back toward your cart. You clutch one of the succulent agri-berries and silently pops it into your mouth whole. 

You reach over and pull at his chin, tearing his sight from the desk below. 

His brows cross in momentary disasperation, a hue of pink teasing at his cheeks. 

“My laurel, I-”

You cut him off by bringing your lips together delicately, before pushing the berry into his mouth with your tongue.

“Mrgh!” 

He breaks the kiss, taking your shoulders in his hands and mutters between full cheeks. “I had asked you to keep me company, not beguile me.” He protested. 

“I am keeping you company, my lord. Would you like me to do so again?” you coyly asked with a bemused smile 

He narrowed his eyes and grumbled, promptly returning to his scribbling. 

Your brows furrowed in annoyance and you huffed while you set your chin back on his shoulders. Glancing at his now red hot ear, you gain yet another sly idea. 

You lift your head cautiously, making sure he does not stir from your movement. The glint of your incisors reflect the light of the surrounding candles as you abruptly bite down on his lower earlobe. 

The sudden stab of pain draws him to a pause, his voice resounding with both curiosity and agitation.

“Was that a bite?” 

You leave little time for him to properly react further before you sink your teeth into his neck. You bite down, tender enough to not draw blood, but firm enough to leave a throbbing imprint. You finish it off by dragging your tongue across the fresh mark and replying playfully- Somewhere in the reply, a hint of provocation.

“I can do a lot more, Roboute”

[artbyblastweave]

Re: WW84 and Maxwell Lord

What didn't you like about how that movie did the character, and what do you view as the essential parts of the character?

So, I've gotta lead with the caveat that my understanding of Lord's character arc in the comics is informed by a very scattershot sampling of comics from across his publication history, acquired piecemeal via thrift stores and inheritance. I'm not the world's foremost Maxwell Lord Understander.

With that out of the way, my understanding of the shape of his character arc is that he was a originally well-meaning but morally-flexible Trump pastiche who was bank-rolling the Justice League during a nadir in their perceived legitimacy, before an eventual pivot to antagonist status after a retcon that he had become disillusioned with superhumanity during his stint with the League and had been maneuvering to purge them for some time. Or something. Eventually he escalated in the threat he posed until Wonder Woman wound up snapping his neck on live television because he'd established irrevocable mind control over Superman through years of subtle psychic conditioning. Or something. My understanding is that how well this pivot and the attendant retcons were executed is up for debate.

But, regardless of your judgement of how it was actually executed, the idea of the League falling in with a snake in the grass during a lean season and not noticing the threat he poses until it's too late- or that threat not even coming to exist without the snake's inside access to, and experience with, the League- is a really rich one, pulling the angels down to earth and forcing them to interface with questions of Money and Marketing and how that can backfire on you and your lofty ideals. The idea of the funny 80s tycoon gradually swelling in threat in the background over the course of out-of-universe years until he's in a position to fuck the entire planet is an idea that has some resonance for. Reasons. The fallout of an A-list superheroine having to put him down on live television because he's working Superman like a muppet could be really interesting. Basically you can point to any iteration of Lord, describe to me his role in the universe at any given point in his publication history, and it would sound cooler to me, more embedded in the world and the worldbuilding, than the WW1984 version, where he was an 80s Fantasy-Comedy Protagonist who Needs to Learn An Important Lesson About The Value Of Family, haphazardly stapled to a superhero plot. And it was, I don't know, fine. No better or worse than the movie it was embedded in (not very good). But there wasn't a lot of room to take that implementation of the character anywhere. You can't retool him as a Machiavellian manipulator executing heroes gangland style once he's Learned About Family. He did his thing, he's done.

Anyway, the upcoming version seems, at a glance, like it's synergizing a lot of the ideas I like about the character in a way that aligns with Gunn's worldbuilding sensibilities. This is a guy who's rich but not Lex Luthor rich. This is a guy who's throwing his weight around to get in a say in the superhero game but his sponsored team is a bunch of second-stringers, he doesn't have Vought-levels of corporate monopoly over the space. This guy is an aspirant player in an established field, a guy who could break in a bunch of interesting directions from the opening status quo (or just die in his first appearance like a chump, who knows.) This is a kind of public figure who would plausibly exist- if superheroes were quotidian enough that they're back to being just another kind of job, how many real life overly online businessmen do we know that'd jump to scoop a handful up as corporate mascots?

[anniesilverl2]

CHARACTER STUDY: Darkwing Duck, Representation of the superhero or the insecure man?

INTRODUCTION

Good morning / good afternoon / good evening, whatever time you are receiving this, I hope you have been keeping up with your sleep schedule, and we are back with some loose ideas for characters in an animated comedy show. I apologize for the delay, it is difficult to have good plans to express the ideas that are lingering in my poor memory. I will probably mention some of my own ideas to explain some information. So be prepared for me to hide parts of the story or make jokes with double meanings among readers and acquaintances of mine who mentioned the entire plot. Without further ado about this post for the holidays, let's face the night duck!

Important warnings about sensitive content: Mentions of likely coping behaviors against bullying or recurrences such as grief and low confidence.

DARKWING DUCK SERIES - Taking everything the show SAYS for itself

Darkwing Duck, aka, Drake Mallard, is the central protagonist of the series' story along with his social circle, both family and local criminals. The series will not have a direct say as it did with the rest of the characters, no, no, that would be too much luck. A conclusion, out of curiosity, of an art project by Tad Stones and Bob Kline called “Double O Duck”. Moving on to the story before, he became a considerably clumsy crime fighter. A visual sample is given in the episode entitled.

“The Secret Origins of Darkwing Duck” was nothing more than a parody of the great Superman, but to summarize the content. The young Drake was sent to Earth by the destruction of his planet along with Negaduck where the young duck spent his time training to face the opposing duck (it's a very short summary, sorry). The parody sequence was cut, in relation to the episode “Paraducks” where Darkwing made a paradox that made his younger self need help from his older self to face a group of troublemakers and shoplifters.

Ironically, this version reunites with the continuation of his childhood to adolescence, following the episode “Crash Reunion” where they confirm that Drake Mallard himself studied and was bullied for a considerable time by the former Megavolt entity, Elmo Sputterspark. In many parts that are searched separately will complicate to a difficult level and to put together independent material is worse Going, but hold on there because I will do you a favour with the notebooks (be careful, I had to cut the technical part so as not to give away spoilers that will be used in the Purple Union AU universe).

DARKWING DUCK FANDOM - Building everything that was formed for the fans together with the most indirect interpretations perceived in my participation when writing or drawing with lore

Darkwing Duck/Drake Mallard is a character as popular as the other characters in his cast. Of course, some more and others a little less, however, both the protagonist brings enough mystery and characteristics to attract all types of writers and fans, from the series to the comics from 2010 to 2024. I also love the dynamics and stories involving Darkwing, it has the essence of 80s-90s comedy, the animation is one of the few in Disney's transition period. The story behind the character, however, is what gets me because there is nothing to deepen his life before the series and the comics. All the events that readers get are after his entire life, even more so with some rumours that make you stop and think about what exactly happened to make everything go wrong for DW.

At this point, just like Megavolt, I have some points regarding the development and carelessness of the narrative in addressing some themes. For the character Darkwing Duck, it goes much further than what is done with any other character. The character suffered from what I call the “clean formula.” Why this name? The answer is simple: it is exactly every piece that leads to a direct influence on the character’s mind, and in the next episode it is partially or totally undone to continue with the script of a single episode, which is somewhat exaggerated? Yes, my explanation makes it seem that way, but going deeper, I might be able to convince you of this point.

IN DARKWING DUCK appearing in the episodes:

Darkwing Duck - Series (1990-1991, 3-4 Seasons) -

IN DUCKTALES 2017 appear in the episodes:

The Duck Knight Returns! (Season 2, Episode 16)

Moonvasion! (Season 2, Episode 24)

Let's Get Dangerous! (Season 3, Episode 12)

Escape from the Impossible! (Season 3, Episode 13)

The Last Adventure! (Season 3, Episode 22)

IN COMICS (Boom! Studios and Joe Books):

Darkwing Duck - Series (1991-1996, 48 editions)

Darkwing Duck: "The Quackshot" (1991)

Darkwing Duck: "Danger Time" (1994)

Darkwing Duck: Classics (2011) - IDW Publishing

Darkwing Duck: "The Untimely Terror of the Time Turtle" (2011)

Darkwing Duck: "The Duck Knight Returns" (2010)

Darkwing Duck: "F.O.W.L. Disposition" (2011)

Darkwing Duck: “Toy with Me” (2011)

Darkwing Duck: "Crisis on Infinite Darkwings" (2011)

Darkwing Duck: The Secrets of Darkwing Duck (2011-12)

Darkwing Duck Annual (2011)

Darkwing Duck: "Campaign Carnage" (2011)

Darkwing Duck: Omnibus (2014) - IDW Publishing

Darkwing Duck: The Definitively Dangerous Edition (2015) - Boom! Studio

Darkwing Duck (2016-2017, 8 editions) - Joe Books

DuckTales (1988) - IDW Publishing

Uncle Scrooge (1986) - IDW Publishing

Walt Disney's Comics and Stories (1991) - IDW Publishing

Disney Afternoon (2013) - IDW Publishing

DuckTales/Darkwing Duck (2019) - IDW Publishing

Disney's Hero Squad (2019) - IDW Publishing

Darkwing Duck: Justice Ducks(2024) - Dynamite

DARKWING DUCK/DRAKE MALLARD - Story adapted without extreme spoilers, just adding the changes, ideas on his biological identity and influence:

With the introduction of the character in the Ducktales universe in 2017, there were many doubts. Not only him, however the other characters in his show suffered with the drastic change, involving all the participants and some actors such as Jim Starling, the former Negaduck. Drake Mallard is also an actor, replacing the original Darkwing Duck, who was Mr. Starling. And as we know, the character tried to get revenge and regain his great role of glory. The aspects related to his family are left open regarding the relationships before Launchpad, Fenton and Gosalyn. The changes were not that many, to a certain extent the changes make the character follow the line of his development as in the original series.

Focusing on his future, while the aspects that need to evolve arrive, positively or negatively, as the character has his moments as a hero. Or, in some cases, a not very responsible personality as a night watchman and experience will seek his responsibility as the criminals appear. In the description most often used in some of my or shared ideas, it is Drake Mallard working as a member of the acting team. Either directly as a protagonist or as an employee for effects and preparation for filming, involving everything from makeup, improvisation to editing after filming. When he is no longer active in the studios, since the events of Ducktales “The Last Adventure”, Drake Mallard came into contact with SHUSH due to some missions involving local superheroes and criminals. For now, he tends to work alone to face the big personalities of Saint Canard, he was just a vigilante until the arrival of new characters that can directly affect his way of thinking or acting (for now this part will be cut, but it is related to some future AUs with my help in the main art).

One point that was added is that Drake's childhood significantly influenced many things in his life. His family, especially, and being a little more specific about HIS ABSENCE in his life story, the character here carries many mysteries about how this happened. In the past, together with Elmo, Drake was tormenting so much that he continued in the current storyline. People hardly expect anything good from him. Although, he managed to have good influences. Such as his mention of the old show, it is an idea that I add that the series was originally presented by his father before the events that gave rise to his last events. It is a case of almost hyperfocus / a fascinating on the character, even with the near-death incident for Jim Starling, who previously became an idol. The meaning behind it did not disappear, as it was the memory that gave him his true motivation, even with everyone who does not trust him or sees him as useless (remembering that he had his ups and downs and is not confirming anything). There was a difference in Drake's portrayal of the character, who carries enough for his life and dealing with situations that put him down, very different from Elmo, who carried repressed anger until he exploded in full fury. The point is that the show would have meant much more family than directly the actors involved, not disregarding the event of nostalgia. Of course, Drake is an old guy, although the notes make him about 5 years younger than the original.

DARKWING DUCK/DRAKE MALLARD - Character Design:

Concept art Vs Final Design (Credits to User Acmeoop)

Canon Redesign

DEVELOPMENT:

One fact that I note as responsible for the brief evaluation of most DWD viewers goes far beyond opinion. Even though it influenced a good part of the critics of the time and even today, with how they deal with the program as a whole and even in the approaches given to recent writers (there were some situations of writers coming and going, I recommend doing more research if you are interested in the behind the scenes). The main fact is that I reached a conclusion after reviewing the episodes in English three times, the fact is the script style of the episodes, no, no, calm down! I'm not saying that the episodes made are bad. I love every questionnaire for the writers who didn't drink too much caffeine- I love the style, the fact that I enter is considered the atmosphere of the first pilot of the show.

“Darkly Dawns the Duck” was the first episode I looked for when I still didn't know the program. I initially came from the beginning of the release of Ducktales 2017. A fact that makes me only look for the episodes to review, it is directly about the atmosphere. The first episode mixes the tone of comedy and the tone of seriousness with balance. The scenes in which Taurus Bulba appears have always had an air of villainy worthy of a film by the studio, and without a doubt one of the few in the series that challenge Darkwing Duck's inner concern. Once again, this mood returns in a tone similar to the episode “Steerminator”. My sense of production is affected due to ADHD (and in the current situation I feel like I'm going to leave with another diagnosis, so get ready to deal with an imperative or “inattentive” young woman). Without losing the point, I say that Darkwing Duck could have followed the line of these episodes. Not just the constant continuity made from the comics and double episodes, in general, it would have been a big difference if it were remade in modern times. There is a fan universe that Beatriz (@zelda-cooper) and I made called “Classic” where we redid some changes in the 1990 Darkwing Duck series. One of the main ones was the mood of the episodes, of course, there are still great moments and development thanks to the tone of the comedy and some silly moments of family banter. However, one of the main differences is in the atmosphere and some changes in the events involving the character's life against crime. In the same way that he got some moments right, there were times when he was irresponsible due to his behaviour, an example? We have directly the degradation of his relationship with the main team of the Fearsome Five, there were ugly fights, there were threats. There were also events related to the appearances of these criminals and the main point that I will mention as a bonus is his origin story, yay! So will we have a mini Drake? Yes, my child, feel free to give an excerpt of the ideas that I wrote down in the notebooks for both the shared universes and the LYG AU.

Eliane and Musson Mallard are the names I chose for the characters that represent Drake's parents. The essential information is that Eliane had a job outside the home, and it was thanks to it that she met Musson. And, let's say, this job was not the most conventional for someone looking for a quiet family. Well, here is the first step towards a stubborn personality like Drake's could have been influenced thanks to a rebellious woman after World War II. She had a job, personal items, access to difficult equipment and had such a strong personality and was committed to bringing security to people. Hm? Was it golden with a young protagonist who would confidently lead her story? Yes, Eliane was a mix of a friendly, caring personality for a person who had high confidence and a desire to find solutions. Musson, he was created taking as reference the silliest traits of Drake, the real Darkwing Duck, besides the mask, he was a goofy, clumsy, not very mature or with a sense of being a common person. I hope the small excerpt I removed is understandable. One point I tried to make is that Drake directly had or could have had the influence of a person as eccentric as his future self, but without the “Paraducks” part. In this version, it was his own parents who inspired traits of his older personality. So, where were they both in the end? Unfortunately, as a good writer and artist, we must have the courage to put the blade to the fate of OCs, like Bruce Wayne. The Mallards' deaths are unknown. Drake still doesn't remember them completely, it was right when they left. In this space, so, created the participation of another character called Dap, Daphine Mallard, who was her little brother's legal guardian during his elementary years until the end of high school, and where is she? Unfortunately, the two don't talk to each other for a small reason linked to the X of all the character's relationship conflicts, LACK of communication.

CONSEQUENCES

The only point that raises doubts and raises some questions in the minds of fans is directly related to Drake Mallard's self-destructive personality. Individuals with events marked by high stress or lack of freedom to deal with things go through many things in their lives, and this goes from reality to fiction. Mourning, bullying, low self-esteem and anxiety are the main points that I found when reviewing the character's ups and downs. Maybe it's not so obvious, I thought at first that it was just an idea in my head until I became aware of some thoughts from Darkwing's own artists and writers. Officially or from fan activities, it is an essential fact to relate to the beginning and end of a journey. The problem that marked it was exactly this jump back to the passage of the character's development, the difficulties, and traumas were not completely resolved, they still remain in the imagination and vision of the purple duck.

What makes me believe this is reviewing episodes related to the character's mind. “Dead Duck” is the most famous and once again made characters free to work on these points for the vigilante, but let’s leave my opinions aside and get to the questions. Why exactly did Drake never have the courage to properly fix his past relationships? Who did this directly affect? We see this among everyone with Morgana, their relationship is often cut short due to the recurrence of the lack of communication. Darkwing does not respect his partner’s wishes, interests, and even requests at times, and we regularly see that situations lead both her and him to embarrassment. They think that Gosalyn could escape, in reality it is the complete opposite. Gosalyn clearly carries the hero’s motivational point, his reason for being rises and returns to the fight regardless of his original state. However, “Darkwarrior Duck” is not far removed from the imagination of some and possibly of the child who had to see his father as a worse criminal than the main cast. And it is hardly said between the hero and his insane counterpart. How do they deal with this? The answer is that we rarely have direct answers in the show, and this does not fail to bring thoughts for the fans to make.

RELATIONSHIPS

In the end, Darkwing Duck is a show chosen for children, as every company does with its cartoonish characters. However, here are some things from the point of view of a slightly older fan. The main characteristic of posts like this is to bring something original from a different line. According to the observations they left, whether serious or not. Between the lines of the show, those involved in writing Darkwing Duck still brought great things that can be used in the imagination for the present day. Feel free to disagree or correct some points, just like any artist. I am open to having opinions to develop and have better results. The character's relationships vary mainly according to the author's objective. One pattern, by chance, is the perception of how much could be deepened how much Darkwing Duck relates to his family and friends. How close he is and his strengths and weaknesses, even with all the duck's appreciation for them. Also, the parallel of his personality with the fearsome ones, there are some characteristics that have a sequence of being too specific with the opposing choice, some ideas below.

CREATIVE WRITING: What ideas can be worked and how can each one fit in?

RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE SUPER VILLAINS:

The best place to start is with the lowest expectations, when there is a group against the character's difficulties. Do you remember when I said that you could explore the superhero's similarities and differences with his villains? I'll give you a less visible example: Quackerjack. The character can be a counterpoint directly related to his stubbornness and inability to change, as he gets into his mind and is seen in episodes that require dealing with new information or new relationships. The same reasoning goes for Liquidator, and his greed. The mutant's character is directly related to greed for objects, but Darkwing could very well be related to indirect greed, the accumulation of things, his interests versus the needs of others. Did the examples help? In this regard, just take the opportunity to play around with how well his dynamics can work to maintain his stability and sense of duty. At the same time that he needs to face figures that remind him how close he is to being someone as crazy as evil, he has the strength and skills to his advantage in the fight. As far as it can serve for other points, such as the degradation or approximation of their dynamics, feel free to here.

RELATIONSHIPS WITH FAMILY MEMBERS:

Gosalyn is her daughter, despite being adopted, she is everything to her character, she is her motivation, her responsibility, and the fact mainly of some episodes. Her concern for her safety, from the smallest to the biggest troubles that she follows looking for help, her only relative, Drake Mallard under the mantle of Darkwing Duck. Their dynamic has many moments of comfort and affection, as well as learning over the course of some episodes. Sometimes, will she ever grow up, and how long will it take until she wants her independence? Will Darkwing/Drake be okay knowing that she can follow in their footsteps after so many arguments? There are many approaches to be made, from the adoption process, the trust being established, to the moments when both get into arguments due to lack of communication and. Speaking directly about this, Morgana Macawber was said to be the character's final romantic partner. Having only one problem that leads to many others, does Drake trust her? Does Drake really care about trying to bring her the comfort and trust that she deserves? Of all the episodes, inconsistency, and fights more than support and support, but how would it be working on its point? Did the two resolve it? Will Drake and Morgana be sincere enough to be reciprocally boyfriends, or a step further, as married? And what is the mother-daughter relationship between the witch and the hockey troublemaker like? Dig deeper! This is the best idea to play with, and there are no answers other than those I agree with when discussing with others. The dynamic also applies to friends, they can either have access or none of your identity.

NON-INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS AND RELATIONSHIPS WITH STRANGERS:

The point that begins another similarity with some Fearsome, this time to the beloved Bushroot, Darkwing Duck is not great at keeping things private or completely safe unless necessary. One point that marks the attention sensor is his need for approval to a significant degree. However, what would it be like for the character when there are still no people who care about him beyond the closest ones, who are his friends and family? The development of a prepared hero is when he recognizes his ability as a guardian for people, but still knows what is important to keep everyone safe. Well, those he can reach, remember the brief end of Bud Flud, right? Of course, there wouldn't be all the responsibility of the character, however… if Darkwing Duck was responsible for some problem or mistake to someone innocent? How much would the common people not pull his feet? If all the attention and admiration he wanted to get were enough to make him worried and even panic about having his head on the news posts, “Is Darkwing Duck truly an ally or a threat to propagating these lunatics with powers?” Don't be afraid to be creative or a little dramatic, it is a point that allows for many points to be explored regarding the common personality and how one or the other influences the fate of Drake Mallard.

INTERESTING REFERENCES FOR YOU TO PICK YOU TO PICK UP FOR THE CHARACTER

Batman / Bruce Wayne of DC Comics

The Shadow of Detective Story Hour

Blitzo "Blitz" Buckzo of Helluva Boss

Rose Quartz / Pink Diamond of Steven Universe

CONCLUSION

For now, that's all, I got tired of editing again and, along with that. Unfortunately, I was out of ideas of how to organize this, especially having to remove all the points that gave too much revelation to the story in planning. I hope I have answered your request well enough, what do you think of the next Liquidator being? I have some ideas for revamping the future post. Leave your opinions open, I would love to see what you think of this clumsy vigilante, see you? BYE-EEEEE!

[rohirric-hunter]

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[tackrusso]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[littlebigmouse]

I saw Fight Club for the first time yesterday and to the best of my memory, this was the second time I consciously noticed Edward Norton in a movie (I have a bad memory for actor's names and faces, I may have seen him around but wouldn't know).

The first time was Primal Fear.

This makes Edward Norton the second most specific type cast in hollywood in my book (right after the actress who played cinderella's evil stepsister in like, three different adaptations).

[goldensunset]

i cannot stand those quirky overly-friendly-to-the-point-of-crossing-boundaries teachers and professors who make you do icebreakers or fun facts about yourself at the beginning of the semester bc their questions are always the exact sort of stuff that you never wanna answer. but they just keep asking bc they think you’re just being shy and cute. ‘what are your hobbies? what kind of music do you like? what’s a topic very personal and important to you?’ MAN i am not subjecting myself to public humiliation like that for being very far removed from the norm nor am i opening up about my deep-seated personal problems. i don’t know you i don’t respect you you are not entitled to anything outside of my graded work. i’m just trying to prevent everybody in the room including you and i from becoming incredibly uncomfortable. just take the hint when i deflect your questions and pretend to be boring

[swagging-back-to]

i unironically think gynecology is a barbaric practice and i'd genuinely rather die than go to one.

[1roentgen]

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[xcziel]

feeling nostalgic and watching utube reactors discover classic songs and then feeling both old and incredulous

[allofuswantgwinam]

i hate when people who im not into flirt with me bc i literally start buffering right in front of their eyes and then idk how to be myself anymore bc stop it 🤣🤣 one of my favs today was like “how are you doing pretty lady” and i straight up froze and looked like i was malfunctioning 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤧🤧🤧 but i made it out ok, I think 🤣🤣 cause I do t wanna hurt peoples feelings either but maybe he was just being nice lmao i just try to act like everything is normal and they didn’t say that 😵‍💫 THEN I think this one guy called me babe like a week ago and I wa s just like “… thanks” and I really think he did bc he hasn’t been back since then and I feel bad now 🤣🤣 was also one of my favs, why they gotta like me 😅😅

[avvocarlo]

god I hate asshole 4wd owners