#droors clothing

[warhead]

[charlie-fabray]

What was the last erotic poem you read?

I was reading Allen Ginsberg and my goodness it's beyond erotic. It must have been damn near pornographic for its time.

Please master can I touch your cheek please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen your blue pants please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly please master can I gently take down your shorts please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes please master can I take off your clothes below your chair please master can I kiss your ankles and soul please master can I touch lips to your muscle hairless thigh please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass please master can I lick your groin curled with soft blond fur please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole please master may I pass my face to your ball,s please master, please look into my eyes, please master order me down on the floor, please master tell me to lick your thick shaft please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull please master press my mouth to your prick-heart please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eye, & make me bend over the table please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist please master your rough hand's stroke on my neck your palm down my backside please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of your spit and your thumb stroke please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines please master stroke your shaft with white creams please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped around my breast your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your little fingers please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little, please master sink your droor thing down my behind & please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over till I'm alone sticking out your sword stuck throbbing in me please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom please master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please Master drive it down till it hurts me the softness the Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me for good like a girl, tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee, & drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood your fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris carlots please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster please master make me go moan on the table Go moan O please master do fuck me like that in your rhythm thrill-plunge and pull-back bounce & push down till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be loved Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole & fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull & plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish & throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you please Master.

Right? I'm dangerously close to cumming just writing that out.

[rad0529]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage DC Rust Corduroy Jacket Front Pleated Pockets Back Belt w/buttons Pleat.

[usbnotconnected]

Danny Way's Welcome Home Mega Part Featuring Colin McKay for Plan B Skateboards

[brian-vega]

[laulaunyc]

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I please get a bnha coraline au story. So like y/n has had a pretty bad life like a whole bunch of stuff and now they have to basically parents their own parents at the age of 15 cause they’re lazy alcoholics who just go to work come back and drink. One day after they move in y/n gets curious and finds explores around the house while they’re alone and discovers the door to the other world and meets their dream parents. The parents are aizawa and present mic who just genuinely love the reader, they don’t want to take readers soul that just want to help them. They have a sister eri and a brother shinso and when reader tries to leave they all beg and threaten reader not to leave cause “your parents never cared for you anyways” and “we’ll love you more then they ever would” and force reader to be the new baby of the family gender neutral reader if possible, please and thank you ( 03^)~💚

YANDERE CORALINE AU ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

GN READER

-I do apologize if you wanted a shorter work, because this ended up being kinda long, sorry!

-there are a few grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, this is unedited, I will fix them :)

(I don’t know if you actually wanted the reader to be treated like a baby, literally like an infant, or just like the youngest in the family, I needed up doing the second option, tell me if wrong.)

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You hummed a tune as you wandered the hallways, your footsteps dragging, you had tried to tell your mother to drink some water and put the strong bottle of vodka down before she ended up killing herself. She yelled at you, told you to “shut the hell up ya damn brat”, god knows where your father even is. It had only been a day or two in this house, and they had already made it feel like a prison for you, oh my, A SINGLE DAY.

In all honesty the house was nice, old, yes, but still nice. It seemed as if the last owners hadn’t been here for hundreds of years, let alone clean the place, as all embellishments on the walls were antique styled, and everything, I repeat, everything, was covered in dust. There were a few different pieces of furniture that looked as ancient as the neighbors, including a dresser filled with a different articles of clothing, a few dusty chairs here and there, curtains clawed away by... something, and little tables with droors filled with little trinkets.

One room in particular was exceptionally creepy in your eyes, it seemed like a child once slept there, probably long dead by now, the walls were covered in a striped floral wallpaper, chipping at the edges, various stuffed animals that hadn’t been touched in ages, what looked to be a changing table, and a smaller sized bed placed in the middle, fitted with dusty purple bedsheets, probably that color because of the gathering dust, you sat down on the mattress, inhaling the scent of the room. It smelled oddly of lavender, not a musty mildew smell you were expecting. You spent a moment just finding comfort in the warm smell, before noticing a small dent in the wall behind what you thought could be a changing table. Almost looked like... a tiny door?

“What the heck is that?” You questioned or yourself, narrowing your eyes at the wooden frame that looked like a small threshold, cautiously standing up form the bed, and making your way over to the door, you struggled to move the large piece of furniture, pushing back gains the groun and shoving it out of the way. It was indeed a door, and it was indeed tiny. There was a small cobweb strung across the mass of it, which you batted away with your little hands, pulling at the doorknob a few times to reveal the fact that it was locked, you let out an exasperated sigh. Well... it’s not like you have much to do, might as well find the key.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for you to find the small, heart shaped key that fit the locked door, it was tucked into one of the white droors of the small table in the corner. It was the first place you looked, almost as if it’d been calling out for you. It only took a few moments for you to push the key into the lock and turn, you let out a sigh of relief when you heard the satisfying click of the lock opening. Wondering what was going to be on the other side, you pushed open the mini door, to reveal a tunnel of sorts... today’s just full of surprises isn’t it.

“Man this tunnel is lo... whoah.” You stood, still balled up in a crawli mg position, shocked at your own surroundings. Everything looked so... new, and polished, you stared Jan absolute awe at everything, literally everything. Where are you?

“Oh, honey you’re finally here!” A male voice rang out from behind you, immediately large hands were lifting you off the floor from under your arms, holding you like a baby, this guy cradled your head in his chest, no matter how much you squirmed, the iron grip he had on you did not loosen. You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, only to be met with buttons of such a piercing yellow it almost hurt your own eyes. A shrill scream left your lips, as you flung your feet back and forth in attempts to free yourself.

“Oh, oh right. I’m sorry , I should’ve been a little slower, it’s scary I know, you’ll get used to it I promise. I’m hizashi, your other father, re you alright?” He questioned, backing up a little to give you space, bringing his hands up to tell you he wasn’t going to hurt you, ever. You were usually a calm person, but given the situation, like some random person living in your house with buttons for eyes, the reaction was warranted. You breathed for a small moment, inhaling the even stronger scent of lavender that was oh so comforting, before standing back up, giving whatever this was at a chance of explanation.

“Who- who are you?” The question left your lips faster than tryouts could hold it in, he gave you a smile and walked closer again, booping your nose and once again pulling you off the ground. He was tall, slightly lanky, and his hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, little dangle earring wee attached to his ears, you just stared in awe at the inhuman man who was holding you.

“Silly little thing! I just said it! I’m your other father, like your real father, just perfect for you! Dinners almost ready, so let’s go meet the rest of the fmIly okay bubs?” He questioned m, speaking down to you like one would a child, even though you are a fully capable human. He grabbed your hand, and gently rigged you off into some hallway, you slightly dig your feet in, staring back at the little door that got you here in the first place.

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“Honey, this is your reality, if it was perfectly fit for you! We love you, unlinke those scum who call your your parents, don’t your bat to be loved for once y/n?” He spoke, the two of you arrived at what was probably the kitchen, him explaining what was happening pretty thoroughly considering he had to do it in a few minutes, barging through the doors, a few other pairs of button eyes were scattered thievhiur the kitchen.

“Daddy! I helped bubba make dinner tonight!” A little girl, probably not even over the age of five, came running towards the two of you, smiling fully. She was sporting a pair of red buttons, which matched her little jumper, you had your face buried in this ma- hizashis chest, his arms wrapped around the entirety of you. He sent an exited stare towards the little girl, who jsut gasped and smiled even harder. She made little grabby hands towards you, so hizashi set you down on the ground, whispering a “time to get down” in your ear. Instantly, the little girl attached herself to your torso.

“Bubba/sissy!” She squealed, patting your stomach, as much as you would love to knock her off of you, she’s a kid, you don’t do that to kids. This young girl claimed to be your other sister, which at this point you were led to believe because apparently anything is possible at this point, she was pretty adorable.

“I-uh, yeah?” You spluttered, visibly flustered, you tried to get a grip of yourself, it was kindof odd, although the girl seemed much younger than you, the way she carried herself presented that she was much older than she came off, from the maternal glint in her eyes, to the planned movements, it just seemed... mature.

—————small time skip—————

It had been maybe an hour, you had been seated at a dinner table, quite the large one actually, in between a black haired man that you could tell was staring at you, and a purple haired teenager who looked to be a similar age to you. You sat there just kindof awkwardly trying to not touch any of them. At one pint. The purple haired guy tried to feed you, which was an unfortunate suprise because you were off in dreamland, and were ckmoemteky confused as to why he was even trying something like that.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself trying, just let me do it” he spoke, it is safe to say that this button eyed family is an odd bunch. First the woerd door, then a creepy guy tryna pick you up, then some little girl who probably wasn’t so little claiming you to be her “younger sibling”; then the offpdutirng glances front his beanbag guy, than this? What is happening.

Sooner or later, after the really odd display that was dinner had finished, and you had help washing your hands, because for some reason they thought you needed it, it was announced bettime, and with a snap of the man him you learned name was Aizawa, food was gone, along with all the dishes. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you almost lied this, of course not the babying thing, but the fact that you weren’t cooking or cleaning or trying to snatch a bottle from your parents, it almost made you wnat to cry how perfect this family was. God how much you wished this was your own.

It’s sounds selfish, and unreasonable, but you never had a childhood, the day you were born your life was already sighted off as “servant of my own parents”, you lived them, you did, these people were so nice thiugh, they were odd, maybe a little quirky, but still jsut a perfect little family. Apparently one that includes you.

“ALRIGHT! time for bed!” The yellow haired man exclaimed, seeeping you and eri right off of your feet, holding you in his arms as eri giggled at the sudden swish sound. The two men on the other side of the large room cracked small smiles at the sheer adorable ness of the position, the two little ones of the family and their father! What a sight to see!

“Shhhhh, I think y/n is gonna sleep with us to Tonight okay eri?” Hizashi whispered to the young girl, loud enough for you to hear, she nodded and smiled one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, hr eyebrows raising before her button eyes. She motioned to be put down ‘, waving goodbye and latching her own hand onto shinsos, who also waved his hand.

“Goodnight daddy! And y/n!” From there, you walked alongside them to their room, or what you supposed it was. This was the first time you’d really talked to Aizawa, and it was pretty embarrassing because he asked if he was aloud to change you out of your day clothes. You were a little too scared to say no, so you let him, it was probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to sit through, and that’s saying quite A lot.

When all was done, you had brushed your teeth, and wrrrnchanged into a set of lilac pajamas, silken and slippery, you were pulled on top of the yellow haired man, who then wrapped his arms around your waist and started “shh-ing” you, patting your head while rocking back and forth slightly, the other man slipped in next splaying his arms over you, rubbing circles into your beck

Mans with that, the lights went out, and you fell asleep.

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From there, everything in your life changes, you wake up the next day in the dusty lilac bed, wondering if it all was a dream, so the next night, you go back, and the next, and the next, until you started to spend your days there. Playing with eri, or cuddling with either of the three men, or just having fun without any worries or cares int the world. By that’s when it all starts, they kindof... changed.

They became overprotective, it showed in some more than others, but it was present either way. Al you wanted to do was check up on your dad to see if he was still alive or not, and eri had a whole crying fit, begging you to stay, and telling you she’d die if you left.

“No no! You can’t leave me! I-I I’m gonna die if you leave! I’ll die, please don’t keVe I promise il be good!”

It took a little shushing from you, but eventually you convinced her you weren’t going to leave, and so she went back to her normal self. You were with shinso once, and walked near the little door, he had immediately blocked it as if you were going to do something, then scolded you for going near such a “dangerous object”.

“You shouldn’t. Go close to that evil little thing, it might hurt you m, I don’t want you to get hurt, so stay away from it”

And then your other parents, they didn’t let you do anything by yourself, scared you would run off and get lost in the maze of nothing outside. You can’t even mention your real parents, you’ve been down here for at least a week now and haven’t been able to check on them, so when you did ask to go back for a day, hizashi slicks dying up and told you to cut out the nonsense, while Aizawa bubbles in anger, telling you that they lived you ten times better than your parents Eve could.

“They don’t deserve you, they don’t love you, we do, they’ll never live you half as much as we do, we can protect you here, why would you wnat to leave?”

Ans so one day, when your “other papa” or Aizawa, tried to take the key from you and lick you in here, you had enough. These people were supposed to be perfect, instead they turned obsessive, little button eyes showing up everywhere, watching your every move, you had thought your old life was a prison, now look at this.

You turned back, checking to see if anyone was watching, waiting to stop you, before pulling the key out of your pocket, ripping the boarding off of the door, pulling the panels of wood off one by one, shoving the key into the black door knob, you were just about to turn it, when a voice rang out behind you, no longer was the sweet girl who you played trains with, in the stead was something else just In ther body, you could hear it in her voice.

“Where are you going? You aren’t trying to leave are you?” She spoke, you froze on the spot, hands moving faster, ymtrying to get the stupid door to unlock, before you could even blink, the key snapped in half, not in your hold, in another sudden figure, your other brother. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before be t down and ripped the whole door knob off of it, giving you a knowing glance.

“I told you to stay away from it, I told you didn’t I? Now look, it’s broken” he hissed, throwing the iron knob somewhere else, you knew that I’d both of the siblings were here, the two parents were sure to be here along with them, you were proven right, as a pair of black and yellow buttons popped up behind the Eric girl, carrryijg... what is that?

“Oh my god... OH MY GOD” you screamed, the heads of your parents were in these men’s holds buttons sewn over the eyes, blood seeping out of their decapiated necks, you reMiedn screaming as the heads were discarded, jsut thrown off somewhere else. You were lifted up off the ground in your crying state, hizashi a hands stroked your hair, while his other hand went and wrapped around your butt to support you up.

“We told you baby, we tried to tel you at least. Now there’s nothing up there for you, there was never anything anyways, your safe now... they’ll never hurt you again. You’re ours...

Forever”

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Tell me if you liked it, I can change things if you want:)

[auredosa]

the rarest color in nature - wizard101 gothic (wysteria edition!)

(part one | part two)

wysteria is an enchanting world, but ... something is wrong. there’s no real magic being taught here. paintings, architecture, and artisan goods are featured in all their beauty, but go unnoticed, the only visitors being the residents themselves. perhaps what’s unsettling is not what is there, but rather, what is not.

you asked the brave hare guarding the gate to tanglewood way what’s beyond the city walls. he only said, “still home, I hope.”

don’t look into the fountain basin after sundown; you won’t see your reflection. you shouldn’t ever drink the water, either.

as repayment for helping him break free from lord bramble’s enthrallment, the earth professor taught you how to listen to plants. now you wish he hadn’t.

the library archives extend farther down than you’d think possible. there are books from all walks of life here. oddly enough, in their quintessential “forbidden” section, there’s a textbook from your own school ... no, not ravenwood.

the lush forest creeping over the city walls seems to go on forever, and ever, and ever. the trees will sing if you listen closely. droors will accompany you if you’re too frightened to go alone. he’s heard the song of creation many times before.

every morning when you woke up in the dormitory, you’d swear there was something curled around your leg. the bedside plants just hissed in high, haughty laughter.

you went back to the hall of the specter after the tournament ended. someone still wants to duel. someone familiar.

once you’d snapped him out of his trance, you asked professor droors what it felt like to be possessed. you don’t remember what he said.

the cup is gilded, just like everything else around these parts. that’s why you were able to carry it all the way back to the tournament hall.

the librarian recommended a book to you after you recovered the cup: “lords and ladies,” by a certain t. pratchett. the name is unknown to you both. the front cover has been beaten beyond recognition, but the back told you enough.

despite your victory, the cup still resides in wysteria. you don’t even want to bother anymore. you’re starting to think it’s a bad luck charm.

the eyes of those hanging in the tournament hall seem to close at night.

a blood red cloth covers one of the portraits. you know who it is, challenging you again from behind the curtain. he was just like you, once.

you never actually stopped that crawling vine, did you? don’t worry; everything will be back to the way it was before you know it.

once you mount a pegasus and take off into the sky, you don’t want to come down. the aerie has trouble trading them away to other worlds.

if you stare at the green men for too long, you start to mimic their movements. then, your thoughts begin to melt together until your stream of consciousness completely dissolves, and returns to the cluthes of the old earth which precedes you.

chatterly was right. they were wrong to conquer this land. you’re no different than the purple flowers crawling over the streets: invaders.

[gayenerd]

1993 interview in Blunt magazine, which was apparently a skating and snowboarding magazine and explains all the questions about skating. 

Green Day Interview, by Damon Way and Mark Waters

Written November, 1993, published in Blunt Magazine, Spring, 1994. 

 (Editor's note, May 2000: Although a lot of this stands as a pretty remedial interview, stony and silly at times, there are also parts that are quite interesting and amusing when considering the context of the events that have happened since. This interview took place while the band was in San Diego on tour, and while they were in negotiations for their contract with Warner Brothers.)

Green Day is the kind of band that music listeners hold dear to their heart. A band that is so good, the lucky few who knew about them early on can't help but wonder "Why isn't this band blaring out of everyone's cars at full volume?" Yet while these people wonder this, they also take a  certain pride in knowing that they listened to that band first. And hell, once the band becomes popular, it takes some of the charm away. It's happened a hundred times.

Green Day will be the next band to be popular enough to scare away a few fans. Mixing melody and energy with easy-to-sing tunes, Green Day has hit the winning combination. Damon Way interviewed Green Day earlier this year to find out more about this trio. The band is from Berkeley, and Mike plays bass, Tre plays drums, and Billie Joe plays guitar and sings.

Blunt: So, where do we start?

Mike: Let's start with a how-you-doing-I-haven't-seen you-in-a-while?

Tre:Yeah, man.

B: How did your tour go?

Mike: Good. I stuck Eight Ball and Droors stickers all over the U.S. Kids would ask me if I skate and I'd tell 'em 'Yeah, I'm sponsored.'

Tre: I would say 'I don't skate, man, I shred.'

B: What do you guys like best about skateboarding?

Tre: I like that high energy that makes you feel like you're fourteen again, fucking up your toenails.

Mike: I like the idea of knocking down old ladies as they're walking out with their groceries.

Tre: Most skaters steal things.

 Mike: All skaters are theives.

Tre: Well, we could say most skaters steal things.

Billie: They have these big clothes so they can walk through a store and take anything they want and they'll never know. There is so much extra space that they can even frisk and not find anything.

Tre: I know a guy in Cleveland who does heroin and wears big clothes. He steals meat and sells it on the black market and gets money for heroin. I swear to God.

B: Do you guys like snowboarding?

All: Oh yeah, man we shred.

Tre: I'm the mogul master.

B: Once again, how did the tour go?

Mike: It was wonderful, we had a great time.

Tre: We're sorry Louisville. Who else are we sorry for?

 Mike: We're sorry we were sick all over the place. We had bronchitis and walking pneumonia.

Billie: We're sorry Salt Lake City.

B: What was your best show?

Billie: Soma in San Diego.

Tre: I don't know, but we played plenty of places where skating was against the law.

B: What did you think of Soma?

Tre: The owner has a nice car and a cellular phone.

B: Are you into meeting girls on tour?

Mike: Yeah, I met my girlfriend.

Tre: Yeah, I met your mom.

B: What do you guys do on an average day up in Berkeley?

Mike: Wake up and do bong hits.

Tre and Billie: Burn bowls.

B: Do you still listen to Metallica?

Tre: Yeah, man, I still do.

Mike: I'm from the same town, I have to.

B: What other bands do you like?

Tre and Billie: Tilt.

Mike: Tilt is a great band but the Potato Men suck.

B: What bands did you play with on tour?

Tre: A band called Judge Nothing. They helped us dookie the pot.

Billie: I dookied in a girls' pot.

Mike: I pissed in her ice trays.

Tre: I put eggs behind her couch and rubbed them in.

B: What do you think of the hardcore scene?

Mike: I'm not really into pornos myself.

B: Do you think punk is coming back?

Billie: The thing is that punk has always been here it's just that MTV has monopolized the whole thing, inspiring the mainstream to look a little more punk than usual. Like how Motley Crue kicked out Vince Neil because they wanted a singer who was more punk. And Lars Ulrich shaved his head and grew a goatee.

B: So what's up with getting signed to a major label?

Billie: We're doing it man. We've been talking to Ian MacKaye and we're going to do a little thing on Dischord. We have to change our lyrics though. Make them address political issues.

 B: What do you think a major will do to you guys?

Tre: Fuck us in the ass.

Billie: Probably ream us. I'm open for a rim job, though.

B: Do you think they'll try to clean you up and throw you on MTV?

Tre: I don 't think they'll clean us up because our next record is going to have swear words in every other song.

B: Do you think you will be promoted like Nirvana was?

Billie: I hope not man. It just seems like everyone was hoping to find the  next Nirvana. I want to be completely separate from the whole grunge thing. I don't even think the whole so-called grunge people are even into being called grunge. We played in Florida and this guy with a TV camera, who was totally dressed up in a suit and was from the Fox Network was asking us, "So what is grunge and what does it mean to you?" We were like, "This sucks."

B: What do you think of Rocket From The Crypt?

Tre: I saw a guy with his whole back done up with tattoos, so I guess they must be pretty good. They got paid a lot of money so they've got to be the next Nirvana, or someones going to be really screwed because it was something like $750,000.

B: What kind of equipment do you guys have?

Mike: I've got a bunch of broken down basses. I just got a Gibson Les Paul and the neck twisted on me five days later because of the humidity in Florida. I also have a Gibson G-3 that's broken. I have the one I was playing tonight that broke during the show.

Billie: I have one guitar (a Stratocaster) and it's the one that I use all the time and it's fucked up.

B: Have you ever broken any equipment on stage?

Tre: I just kicked my cymbal stand and broke my high hat.

Mike: On this tour I've broken four basses, four straps, and my speaker cabinet. I've also blown two heads before.

 B: What other stuff are you into besides the band?

Mike: Camping and living life to the fullest.

Billie: Legalization of marijuana or anything productive. People should  just do what the fuck they want.

B: Are you vegetarians?

All: Yes.

B: Any last words?

Billie: Live hard, die young.

[mrgladstonegander]

no cousins 1 - exploration

info abt no sousins au ppl who ship webby with the triplets dni ok so like!!!! yeah. i haven’t written a fanfic in ages so!! don’t expect this to be good, lol. anyway. the kids explore the mansion in search for clues of their mom! this was going to be longer but. i’m havin a hard time continuing this? so, have this v

   Huey, Dewey, have lived in McDuck Manor for almost their entire lives. They grew up with Webby, who was basically a sister, and Mrs. Beakley, who took care of all of them. But even though they lived in Scrooge McDuck’s house, they never got to actually interact with him very much.

    Their allowance, which was only a nickel a week (you’d think that a bajillionaire would at least be able to make it a dollar!), was given to them through Mrs. Beakley. During mealtimes, it felt like Scrooge would just ignore them, reading the newspaper, even when they tried to talk with him. They noticed that whenever he did look at them, it was always a look of sadness, worry. Like he was looking at something he lost.

    The first time he really interacted with them was to tell them that he signed them up for something called “The Junior Woodchucks.”     “It’s something that-” his face turned sad, but was quickly replaced with a smile, “-that other kids do.”

    It really only caught on with Huey. But all the triplets knew that… when Uncle Scrooge hesitated, it was about their parents. That was the thing that nagged their minds the most. Where were there parents? Whenever they asked, Scrooge, he suddenly had somewhere else to go. When they asked Mrs. Beakley, she always told them that she didn’t know, and wouldn’t give them any more information.     Webby was curious about their parents too, since she was a huge nerd about Clan McDuck, and she wanted to help them. So all four of them worked together to find clues about them.     They read every book in Scrooge’s library, and explored every room in the mansion. Well, not every room. There were two rooms that were locked. After some digging, they found a map of the mansion and the vent system, and found out the pathway to one of the locked rooms. They all tried memorising it and the way back, and Louie was the first to, so he led. Webby kicked down the gate of the vent, they all went in. Crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl.     “Hey, why did we stop?” Dewey called out in the end.     “I think I uh. Went the wrong way,” admitted Louie.     “No, I think we went the right way. I remembered the route too,” Webby said.     “Maybe the vent got closed off?” Huey said.     “Let’s go back and think of something else,” Webby suggested.     Crawling backwards in a vent is not fun.     “Couldn’t we just break off the doorknob?” asked Dewey.     “I think that would leave a sign. I could lockpick it.” Louie said.     “Why didn’t we do that before?”     “Because if we did, DT-87 would probably notice.” Webby replied.      “So maybe, two of us can distract it, and the other two investigate?” Huey suggested. 

     They all agreed that that was a good idea. The next day, while Huey and Dewey were distracting DT-87, Louie and Webby sneaked over to where the rooms were in the mansion, Louie opened the door. Inside were two beds, one on each side of the room, one with a dark blue blanket on the left, and on the other side was one that was cyan. There were cracks in the wall, some bigger than others, but there was probably enough dus in the room to fill them. Louie and Webby started looking through the chest and the droors. Of course, they mostly just found clothes. The dark blue side had a bunch of music magazines and posters, but they did notice that most of them were signed to “D. Duck.” Some music sheets and cartography sets and maps as well.     The left side had posters of different places, and tiny origami airplanes on top of bigger toy airplanes. One of them looked like the Sunchaser, but with a menacing smile. There charts of the constellations, with some (badly) applied glitter to some of the stars. There was also a big map, with red “x”s on top of some of the locations.     “Hey look!” Webby called to him. She was holding a blue journal, with the cover facing towards him. It was blue, and had a drawing of a duck that looked like the one in the only photo they had of Her, surrounded by stickers. And it had Mom’s name on it. 

[glass-neo-alchemist]

Found Out

This was a piece I wrote a bit ago that I didn’t realize I never posted the whole thing over here

So yeah it was over on my AO3 account so I figured I’d just post it here too

Doctor Frankenstein had to give it to him, Doctor Henry Jekyll was frustratingly clever. He had managed to figure out some of her most locked-up methods just by looking at the same information she had, and thinking about it similarly, and to add the cherry on top of such cleverness, he had added the moon-soaked howlet to put her to sleep. It was a reward in itself, however, to see his face when she told him all the lodgers had quit, that had numbed the pain of being shown up by the industry slut, even if it was rather temporary, for when she did wake up, the lodgers were all back and completely on board with the project once more. She supposed she should have expected it, even with the completely too tame experiments the could-be-great scientists were doing, Jekyll was giving them a place to do it at all, with space and equipment, along with housing and food, it really was no wonder they had all come back after her fleeting, if kind of delirious, speech on the freedom of truly being, well a mad fucking scientist. No, the society was the easy way out and they had all taken it the moment Jekyll had shown up at whatever hole they had found in the ground and batted his big, strangely red, puppy dog eyes. Even creature was more civil with him, hell, she had consented to being his patient to see if he could cure whatever was ailling her enough to cough up her intestine. God she just admitted to being sick, didn’t she? Really she barely trusted Jekyll to hold a test tube, let alone actually be her doctor. The man still praised the ground that any potential client walked on and was destroying the spirit of mad science, HA! Frankenstein doubted the good doctor ever did anything outside the rule book, “morals” and all that shit.

This all lead to her feeling incredibly justified in searching through his office.

She had woken up about 30 minutes prior and had asked the pretty Miss Lavender to keep her consciousness on the down low while she went to “get some air”, also known as snooping through her boss’s personal space to find some dirt on him. Well maybe not dirt, more of a justification for her hatred of him, or possibly a reason to get everyone else to hate him too. Evading all the other lodgers and doing everything not to be detected by creature she creeped to Jekyll’s office, luckily vacant of the man himself, and scanned the room for anything possibly containing some secret. Her eyes were drawn formost to the desk on the middle of the room, scanning the stacks of papers, most being bills, others being letters to or from potential investors. All in all, a bunch of boring bullshit. Looking through the desk droors, she found more of the same on the top of the desk. Satisfied that and dirt found within the desk would not serve her any purpose (while the lack of paid bills was worrying, it was known already within the society that there was a finance problem) she turned to the shelfs along the walls, more appropriate to that of a scientist, filled with beakers and burners, along with some ingredients packed neatly to individual places. Frankenstein inspected the glass cabinets and took note of the dusk that had settled on the handles them, along with the dusk gathered at the base where the door would swing open. It was obvious the doctor had not used any of these things in weeks, perhaps months, based on their condition. She frowned, even if Jekyll was a brilliant alchemist, anyone's ability would severely decline in a lack of use, the poor visual was solidifying the thought that Henry was a hack in the back of her mind, and she just about went to storm off to find Jekyll just for this such display, but her eye was drawn to something else.

It was an unassuming dresser, stout, just four shelves and the shirt sleeve hanging out of the top led her to assume it was clothing, however, the bottom drawer was locked. Walking forward, the doctor inspected the locked cabinet, it was crudely locked, simply with a chain wrapped around the exterior and a padlock to keep it in place, obviously, the drawer had not been built to be locked and someone(coughcoughHenryJekyllcoughcough) had to make do. Using her masterful mad scientist abilities, Frankenstein was able to pick the lock, is what she would say if someone asked, in reality, the lock was put on so crudely that all she had to do was shift the chains a couple inches down and the drawer was able to be opened. Upon opening it, the scientist had no idea what she expected to find, but to be honest she was still kinda thrown for a loop as she inspected the inside.

The drawer held very few things, only being a notebook, a glass, and a few different ingredients. Looking at the ingredients, she was surprised she could not identify all of them, despite none having a label, she had expected to understand what she was looking at from her decades of experience. But no, there was an ominous dark powder she couldn’t place an origin to no matter how hard she tried. She sighed in frustration and confusion before turning to the book, it was small and worn, leather smooth from use over time, and when she picked it up the pages popped out, it was obviously written in and letting her curiosity get the better of her, she started reading the entries.

Upon reading the passages, the entire way Frankenstein thought of Henry Jekyll spun on its head.

It was almost like a horror story, reading through the passages as she watched this man fall to pieces by his writing, Jekyll had tried to get rid of all his evil and instead created something entirely different, a demon that plagued his every waking moment, pain described in agonizing details within the text as he had transformed, blood red stains on the papers along with a green hue splattered among them. Frankenstein continued to skim the passages, fascinated, although skipping some of the more gory details, and made her way to the back of the journal, the most recent update.

It was a first person perspective of her arrival, along with the fire. It was one Mr. Edward Hyde’s perspective, written in Dr. Henry Jekyll’s handwriting.

Frankenstein did not hear the door open.

She did however hear the cup shattering as it hit the ground.

Startled, she turned around, quickly stuffing the book back in the drawer and slamming it shut, before facing a utterly white faced Henry Jekyll, terrorfied and frozen in the door frame, at his feet was what used to be a tea cup.

Looking at the horrified man, Frankenstein couldn’t help the pang of pity on him, seeing her in here with a secret she obviously saw. The silence stretched between them, Jekyll might have been shaking, the mere thought made her open her mouth to apologize, to say sorry for unearthing such a secret, but Jekyll beat her to it.

“I’m not a monster” he said it with finality but his voice was shaking. “We didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Frankenstein was confused for a moment, for what to happen? Her sneaking in there? For burning down the street as Hyde? That thought made her stop. She was talking to both of them right now then wasn’t she? The journal had made it clear, Jekyll and Hyde were both the same and completely different people, both stuck in the same body, but different people nonetheless. At her silence Henry had looked down at the floor before muttering,

“We’re not monsters.”

Jekyll snapped his head up at the next sound however, as Frankenstein let out what at first sounded like a cough, only to continue and Jekyll realized it was actually her laughing, a deep chuckle enough to shake her entire body. Henry stared at her in utter disbelief and confusion as she tried to catch her breath.

“It seems I have entirety misjudged you, dear doctor,” she walked towards him and to the entryway, pausing to pat him on the shoulder,

“You really are deserving of the respect you get around here, and you’re a might fine mad scientist.” She made to leave but her hand was caught, Jekyll had grabbed her sleeve.

“The others” he swallowed “they don’t know” he said, looking at her with pleading eyes. She looked away.

“Have a good evening Dr. Henry Jekyll.” She was released from his grip but paused once more.

“And to you too, Mr. Edward Hyde.” She walked away from the shocked man, not looking back and made her way back to her attic.

Frankenstein had a lot to think about.

[usbnotconnected]

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anon, you must be able to read my mind because that’s all I’ve been able to think of for the past three days. I literally came up with an entire modern AU just so I could put Droors in contemporary clothes and a hipster man bun. here are some inspiration pics specifically for Droors in a man bun that I grabbed off Google: