#dw oc puff

[piquuroblox]

AE THE REALEST ONE 💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥

Lemon!!! It says dni on the door!!!! What tha freak!!!!!!

this bestie breakup crap gets SERIOUS

[brainrot-stitch]

Puff!! But in fits my friends gave to me to draw them in :3

PLEASE feel free to give me outfits to draw him in btw!!!! U can rb this w them or send in an ask or @ me :D and also feel free to send more than 1 if u want I have a lot of time on my hands :3 (off from school for 2 days cuz hurricane💞)

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Deprived | Three

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes) word count: 3.4k a/n: thank you so much for the love on this series!! just letting y'all know it's gonna be a slow burn so it's gonna be quite the long series. also made this chapter a bit longer so pls lmk if you like the longer chapters. things will get more exciting from here dw. love you all <3

pov: layla

I was planning on staying at school the whole day, I truly was. But when I felt more eyes on me than usual and murmurs surrounded me with every step I took, I decided I didn't have the energy to endure the whole day. I would skip my next two lessons and come back after lunch, considering I skipped my last two lessons yesterday and the whole point of me being here was to not get expelled for missing too many lessons.

Matt and Chris talked amongst themselves behind me as I walked to my locker but stopped earlier than when I reached it considering theirs were a fair distance from mine. I swung my locker open, still hearing murmurs of my name as people passed by me and I sighed, resting my head on the small shelf inside my locker. I looked across the hallway to see Matt talking to both of his brothers now, looking like they were having a serious conversation.

I pulled my bag out of my locker, swinging it onto my shoulder before I slammed the door closed louder than I usually would out of frustration. People turned to look at me and I slid my hood on, walking down the hallway as people started filtering out for their next class. I walked out the front door without being stopped by anyone, a breath of relief leaving me but once I noticed how hard it was raining, my shoulders slumped slightly.

I couldn't be bothered walking all the way home and back, especially in this rain but I also couldn't stand being at school at the moment. Amidst my thoughts and pulling my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with my silver zippo lighter, I hadn't noticed the doors of the school opening.

"Hey, social butterfly," Matt appeared beside me, his hair now covered by a black baseball cap. I placed a cigarette between my lips, throwing the packet in my bag before lighting the end of it, "You're gonna smoke that here?"

"Social butterfly?" I asked, not responding to his question verbally as I took puffs of the cigarette.

"The first thing that came to mind," he shrugged, leaning his back against the brick wall behind him.

"Don't you have a class to get to, Captain?" I asked, sarcasm in my tone as he smirked at me. I made sure to blow the smoke away from his face as I spoke since I knew how much it pissed most people off.

"Don't you?" he retorted and I rolled my eyes, looking out at the rain-filled car park in front of me, "Where you going?"

"Don't know," I shrugged, not looking over at him as I spoke, "Can't stand being here but I can't be fucked walking home and back."

"Why don't you wanna be here?" he asked, his question sounding genuinely curious rather than prying.

"Because people can't shut their fucking mouths about me," I answered more harshly than intended before I looked to my right at him, noticing he was looking at the cigarette in my hand, "You want one?"

"Oh no. I don't- I've never..." he trailed off, shaking his head making me snicker to myself.

"Of course not," I mumbled, taking another hit before I let my right-hand drop to my side again, flicking the ash on the floor. Suddenly, the cigarette had been taken from my hand and Matt held it between his lips, taking a long drag.

He exhaled the smoke before he started coughing, holding his chest in the process making me chuckle at him. I took the cigarette from his hand, his cold rings brushing my fingers as I did so.

"You good?" I asked, amusement written on my face and he nodded, coughing lightly, "Went a bit hard for your first time there, pretty boy."

He had a pained look on his face as he looked over at me while I took another drag, looking out at the rain that didn't seem to stop, "How do you do that? It's not even enjoyable."

With a shrug, I said, "Just habitual at this point."

A silence fell between us for a few moments before Matt asked, "You hungry?"

"What?" I asked, pure confusion on my face as I looked at him and he pushed away from the wall.

"I wanna go to McDonald's. You might as well come with," he answered before swinging the door open to the school and walking inside. I stayed in my position, debating whether or not it's a good idea to go with him.

I didn't have any money on me but I also didn't want to stand here for the next few hours doing nothing so by the time he returned, backpack on his shoulder, I dropped the last of the cigarette on the ground. I squished it with my feet before turning to him.

"I don't have any money for food," I told him honestly and he waved me off as he grabbed his keys from his backpack.

"My treat," he answered quickly before he walked into the rain towards his car. I watched as his pace quickened and I bit my lip out of nervous habit. I shortly followed after him, jogging towards the car before I jumped in the passenger seat and swung the door closed behind me.

"I can pay you back tomorrow," I said as he started the car and he gave me a strange look as if he didn't know why I said that.

"It's just McDonald's. My bank account will live," he replied with a smirk and I shook my head.

"I'm fine to pay you back, I just don't have any money on me right now," I pushed further, never liking the idea of people buying things for me.

"Layla, I promise you it's fine. I asked if you were hungry, not if you had money to pay for your own food," he stated matter-of-factly and I pursed my lips before I slumped back into my seat. A brief pause was placed in the car before he said, "Seatbelt."

"Oh shit. Right," I clicked myself in quickly before he repeated the process of placing his right hand on my headrest, turning around and spinning the wheel with his left hand as he reversed.

"You can be on aux if you want," he said as he put the car in drive and we rolled out of the car park.

"I doubt you will like my music," I mumbled in response and he smirked, glancing at me quickly before looking back at the road.

"Try me," he answered and I raised my eyebrows, grabbing my phone from my pocket and plugging it into the aux cable. I clicked on my most recent playlist, the first song being Message in a Bottle by the Police. I looked over at Matt to study his reaction to the music, his hand tapping against the wheel lightly along to the beat.

I hummed along to the song, looking out of the window at the rain pattering along the road. As we pulled into the cark park of McDonald's, the next song began playing which was Paper Machete by Queens of the Stone Age.

"What do you want?" Matt asked as we joined the back of the small queue of cars in the drive-thru, leaning his elbow on the window as he placed his head on his hand.

"Uh..." I trailed off, trying to think of what to get since I hadn't ordered fast food in a while, "Just a large fries is fine."

"You don't want anything else? Cheeseburger or nuggets or something?" he asked and I shrugged, "You like nuggets?"

"I don't mind them," I answered truthfully and he nodded.

"You want a drink?" he asked as we rolled up slowly, only one car in front of us before we had to order.

"Just a medium sweat tea is fine," I replied and he nodded before we rolled up to order.

Matt ordered what he wanted first before ordering my fries and sweat tea but I turned my head when he said, "Oh and can I get a 20-piece nuggets as well. Thanks."

With that, he rolled up to the next window and used his phone to pay for the food before we waited.

"Do you really need 20 nuggets?" I asked and he smirked at me, leaning against his hand again.

"No that's why you're gonna have some," he answered like it was obvious and I frowned. We pulled up to the last window, grabbing our food and Matt handed me the drinks to put in the cupholder before he gave them a quick thank you. He pulled into a car park and slid his seatbelt off.

"Give me the receipt," I held my hand in the middle of the car, sliding the seatbelt off my body and he held the bag in his lap.

"Why?" he asked with a squint of his eyes and I did small grabby-hands with my hand that was reached out.

"I wanna know how much it all was," I answered honestly and he shook his head.

"You don't need to. You're not paying me back," he said with a smile as he handed me one of the large fries from the bag and placed the nuggets on the console in between us.

"Matthew. Give me the receipt," I deadpanned and he grabbed the receipt out of the bag. I was waiting for him to hand it to me but instead, he started ripping it into pieces making me groan, "You're an asshole."

"I'm an asshole because I'm paying for your food?" he asked, a smile still on his lips as I frowned at him while he began eating his food.

"You're an asshole for not letting me pay you back," I mumbled in response as I started picking at my fries.

"Have a nugget and you'll forget all about it," he shrugged, sliding the nuggets towards me slightly and I rolled my eyes, reluctantly grabbing one from the box, "When do you wanna go back?"

"Never," I instinctually answered and he just looked at me, waiting for a real response, "I don't know. I need to go back for my last two periods."

"We can go back at lunch?" he asked and I nodded in response before I turned up the volume on the radio that was still playing music from my phone. The song that was now playing was Hypnotize by Biggie and I lip-synced silently to the words as I slowly ate my food, "So you do listen to rap."

"I listen to everything," I shrugged and he hummed suspiciously making me look at him with a squint, "What?"

"Nothin'," he shrugged, an amused look on his face, "Just hear people say that a lot and they listen to the same three genres."

"Give me a genre and I'll name at least three artists I listen to," I challenged and he chuckled before turning to face me more.

"Pop," he looked at me intently.

"Lady Gaga, Billie Eilish, Beyonce," I answered easily and he nodded.

"Metal?"

"What kind of metal?" I asked, knowing he just group all heavier music together, "Nu metal would be Slipknot, Korn and Limp Bizkit. Death metal would be Cannibal Corpse, Morbid Angel and Blood Bath. Metal core would be Bring Me the Horizon, Parkway Drive and Trivium. Or heavy metal would be Black Sabbath, Pantera and Van Halen. Shall I go on?"

"Alright I got it," he chuckled before taking a sip of his drink as he thought again, "What about rap?"

"Tyler the Creator, Biggie and Trippie Red," I answered confidently and he nodded again.

"Jazz?" he asked and I snickered as he was struggling to think of more genres.

"Billie Holiday, Miles Davis and Nat King Cole," I had a cocky look on my face and he raised his eyebrows.

"Country," he stated, now looking as if he was trying to challenge me more.

"Kasey Musgraves, Zach Bryan and Shania Twain,"

"Grunge,"

"Soundgarden, Nirvana and Alice in Chains,"

"Reggae,"

"Bob Marley, Peter Tosh and Jimmy Cliff,"

"Rock,"

"Foo Fighters, that's a big one, Lenny Kravitz and Fleetwood Mac,"

"Okay, I got no more. You win," he held his hand up in surrender with an amused look on his face.

"I mean I could keep going but I'll let you think about it for a while," I answered, a small smile on my lips triumphantly. He just stared at me for a moment, unmoving as he studied my face, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

I wiped my hands around my mouth and he shook his head with a smile, "No. I've just never seen you smile before."

"Oh," I let my smile drop, feeling slightly insecure as he stared at me.

"You should do it more," he shrugged as he threw his trash in the empty bag, "You have a pretty smile."

"Alright, stop gassing me up. I just proved you wrong on so many levels," I answered, brushing off his compliment as I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Yeah, you're right. Don't wanna make your ego too big, rockstar," He answered with a chuckle and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Rockstar?" I questioned, finishing the rest of my fries before throwing the trash in the bag he had now placed in the back seat.

With a shrug, he replied, "You like music a lot. Just seems fitting."

"You come up with the weirdest names," I stated and he smirked at me cockily.

"Don't think I didn't notice what you called me earlier," he said making me frown further in confusion, "When I was coughing my fucking lungs up. You called me pretty boy."

"At least the names I call you make sense," I rolled my eyes, trying to brush over the fact I called him that.

"So you think I'm pretty?" he asked, the mischievous look written across his face.

"Now whose ego is big," I raised my eyebrows, a small smile falling onto my lips.

"You're the one who said it!" he threw his hands out in front of him dramatically making me chuckle.

"It's fitting because you're conventionally attractive and that's why so many people love you," I shrugged, a smile still on my lips, "And plus you're captain of the hockey team. That always gets you far in popularity."

"You don't seem to care about popularity though," he stated, a questioning tone behind his words and I nodded.

"Why do you think I never talk to anyone?" I asked rhetorically before I looked out the window, "Yet people still love to talk about me."

"I mean..." Matt trailed off making me look back at him to see he was still looking at me, "I never really intended to be popular. I kinda hate it honestly."

"What's there to hate about being the most loved person in the school?" I asked with a distasteful chuckle.

"I only talk to my friends but everyone still loves to talk about me," he echoed my statement from earlier and I bit my bottom lip while nodding, "It's not all bad. Just gets annoying sometimes."

"At least people say nice things about you," I mumbled making his eyebrows furrow as he looked at me, adjusting his hair in his hat.

"Not always," he retorted making me look at him as I took a sip of my drink, "Especially with Chris being my brother and the fucking idiot he can be. Just because he's with a new girl every week, doesn't mean I am."

"Not as bad as people saying I killed my neighbour's cat," I raised my eyebrows and he pursed his lips, nodding in agreement.

"I can't argue with that one," he smiled a little bit as I bit my lip again, "How many piercings do you have?"

His sudden question threw me off but I answered regardless, "Nine."

"Wow," he seemed surprised and I now noticed the fact he had his ears pierced, the shiny silver earrings dangling from his ears.

"I have my septum, eyebrow, 3 in each ear and then my tongue," I stuck my tongue out to show him the silver bar that was through my tongue and he once again raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have any tattoos?" he asked and I nodded. Instead of explaining, I slid my leather jacket off and my black hoodie. I showed him the black and white tattoos that scattered across my arms, all for various different meanings.

"I also have a couple on my legs but kinda hard to show you those right now," I shrugged and he grabbed my wrist, pulling my left arm towards him gently as he looked at the permanent art on my skin.

"What's this one?" he asked, pointing to one of the bigger tattoos I had on my tricep.

"It's the welcome home cake from Coraline," I explained as his fingertips dragged over the tattoo raising goosebumps on my skin, studying it like he was genuinely intrigued, "My mum and I used to watch it a lot when I was little. It's always been my favourite movie."

"That's cool," he smiled at me, letting go of my wrist and I slid my hoodie back on, the cold air nipping at my skin, "I wanna get more tattoos. Where do you get yours?"

"Uh, one of my dad's friends did them. He's not licensed though so I'd recommend going somewhere that's professional," I smiled tightly before I realised I'd never noticed his tattoos, "I didn't know you had any tattoos."

"My parents said I have to wait till I graduate to get ones that are visible like on my arms and legs and stuff. But I have these on my hips," he lifted up the hem of his hoodie, sliding the waistband of his jeans down slightly to reveal two lightning bolts on either side of his waist travelling along his v-line.

"Oh wow," I took in a breath, feeling my face heat up as he slid the waistband back up and fixed the hem of his hoodie.

"I also have these on my collarbones," he announced as he pulled down the neckline of the hoodie to reveal a trail of leaves on either side of his collarbones.

I smirked as I looked at them before looking up at his face, "Big on the symmetry I see."

He shrugged in response before grabbing his drink and finishing the last of it, "I don't know what to get next."

"You gonna get any more piercings?" I asked, genuine curiosity in my words and he shrugged, "You should get a lip piercing."

"I'd have to wait till the seasons over if I get any piercings because I'd have to take it out before I play," he explained and I shrugged in response.

"It's only another month right?" I asked and he nodded in response, "Come with me when I get my lip pierced when the season is over then."

"You think a lip piercing would look good on me?" he asked, pulling his visor down to look at himself in the mirror.

"Mhm," I hummed in response as I looked at him inspecting his own face in the mirror, "Wait. I have an idea."

I unclipped one of my tiny hoop earrings from my ear, making sure to clean it a bit with the sleeve of my hoodie, "Look at me."

He turned to face me and I grabbed his chin to turn his head to the right further. I grabbed the small ring in between my fingers as he just stared at me before I mumbled, "I can't put it on if you have your mouth closed."

He let his jaw open, leaving his mouth ajar as I slid the ring over his lip. I moved it around, realising it didn't sit properly since it wasn't positioned on the inside of his lip correctly. I used my left thumb to pull his bottom lip down slightly and he looked at me intently while I slid the ring further down his lip till it looked satisfactory.

"There!" I nodded and he looked back to the mirror, tilting his head side to side to see if he liked it, "Perfect."

"Why get a piercing when I can just put on a fake one?" he asked with a smirk and I noticed the ring flash in the light as he turned to face me.

"Because fake piercings are corny," I deadpanned and he ran his tongue over the ring.

"It feels weird," he said before looking back at himself in the mirror, "But it does look good."

"Told you," I smiled at him and he shook his head with a smile on his lips.

"Should I leave it on when we go back to school and freak everyone out?" he asked, a mischievous look on his face as I pursed my lips with a nod, thinking of the shock on people's faces when the Matthew Sturniolo would walk into school with a lip piercing, or at least a fake one.

[fl3sh34t3r]

/// Ough I want to send a starter with my oc for the event but he’s a fantasy character and I need to think of a reason 😭😭

(Ooc: AHHH its okay!!! :3 the little event with Creamy Puff is gonna like...last for days, probably- i don't plan on ending it too early so dw!! u have time !! :D)

[brokenhardies]

Amber Talbot + Her Boys

“I’ve got my room at the rock, I’ve got my boys, what more could a gal want?”

“We aren’t her--”

“Yeah, we are.”

edit somewhat inspired by @fictumlibrary (x)

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[nurse-log]

Redrew my old elsen OC, Damien (his abandoned blog is @ask-damned-elsen!)

Dw, he eventually got his happy ending and formed a family with @sinfulraccoon ’s elsen Cotton Puff :)

[wolftheidioticfan]

army in black & lonely wizard and also maybe commander peepers idk

SO MANY GUYS OK SEC SEC SEC.

Army in Black (Lobotomy Corp)

First impression: "Oh that's cute, but I'm not putting it in my facility it's going to kill everything"

Impression now: "Hehehehehe I grab the funny guy!! I love the funny guy!!"

Favorite moment: Ok this is JUST rp related because ingame they're just something you can have in facility! I play them in rp and I adore them so much. They're a bunch of soldiers in one anyways I love anytime SGT gets nervous and wants to assure people that they're safe.

Idea for a story: I Think It Could Be Neat to write them someday chatting to employees in a facility. Maybe I'll get around to it when i have less to do.

Unpopular opinion: LC is such a small thing so i don't know any unpopular opinions.

Favorite relationship: Again rp related but I like my two 'oc' soliders sgt and 55 with their gfs that my girlfriend plays.

Favorite headcanon: That they are a ton of soldiers in one body/place. I think it's fun and leads to a lot of opportunities in rps.

Lonely Wizard (Inscryption)

First impression: OH? OH OH! A LITTLE GUY!! HELLO!

Impression now: A BIG GUY. I love you Lone <33

Favorite moment: Ingame I love them going off in act 3 about not being a pupil anymore. On my blog (@luckyunluckymage ) I really like them fighting the corrupted oroborous. My son (Who is older and taller than me)

Idea for a story: I LOVE writing Lone I have plenty planned for the blog. ;) dw about it.

Unpopular opinion: My Lone personally doesn't hate his Magnificus but that's just apart of Blog canon.

Favorite relationship: Unfortunately I have fallen into the pit that is giving Lone a crush on Pike Mage.

Favorite headcanon: Lonely Wizard had verrrry unnoticable fur that can just PUFF up and become just. fluffy.

Commander Peepers (Wander over Yonder)

First impression: "*gasp* ITS TOM KENNY!!!!!"

Impression now: I love this angry man. Good CC 10/10.

Favorite moment: I think about his suit from The Party (??? is that the episode whatever) all the time. But I really love him in the high heels too it's the funniest shit in the entire world. He has a lot to choose from.

Idea for a story: I just want to see him have a relaxing day. Poor watchdog deserves it.

Unpopular opinion: N/A

Favorite relationship: I kinda like the idea of him and Sylvia becoming frenemies. It kinda was a thing in the latter half of season 2, but I'd like to see just a little more on the friend side too.

Favorite headcanon: Ehhh N/A i think because the one i thought of was just canon, that being he's like the shortest watchdog.

[greyliliy]

So for the drabble thing, my oc' s name is Melody (mels for short) Carioca (adopted sister to Jose). She moved to st. canard to start up her own restaurant (which is the location of many robberies/stick ups by the fearsome five). Could you write something where dw comes to save her and her restaurant and she ends up saving him instead? If it could be a lil romantic that would be incredible. Thank you so much!!!

That is totally doable~ :D Apologies in advance if I don’t get her character right. I’m a little tired. Heh. I also had a hard time picking which rouge would show up, but it worked out. XD

Drabble #124 - Cake for Two

“José, I am telling you there is nothing to worried about,” Mels said, speaking into the speakerphone of her cell while she balanced the books. “Just because my restaurant’s been robbed twice since it opened doesn’t mean moving to Saint Canard instead of Duckberg was a bad idea.”

“Yes, but Duckberg has that superhero Donald told me about,” José said on the other end. “Gizmoduck? I think that was his name. Much safer, don’t you think?”

“I’ll have you know Saint Canard has it’s own super hero, thank you,” Mels said. She nudged one of her accounting books to the side, revealing the newspaper clipping she’d taped to the wall of her favorite hero. “Darkwing Duck may have an ego, but he’s very reliable.”

“Sure, sure,” José said. “But are you sure you won’t reconsider? Donald is a good friend and his Uncle could be a good reference.”

“I appreciate it big brother,” Mels said, “But this Carioca can take care of herself and Saint Canard is where I’m staying. I’ll call you again later, okay?”

They said their goodbyes and Mels clicked off the phone. She winced at the time and went back to putting her beak into the books. New restaurant openings were never easy, but those two heists had made things a little difficult. Between Megavolt crashing through her window to liberate all of her lightbulbs (and two deli sandwiches) and Tuskernini of all fiends crashing the place (literally when he broke her door) for a quick meal for him and the penguins, it was hitting her repair budget rather hard.

She ought to flattered the villains of Saint Canard liked her cooking so much, but if this was going to be a habit, she might have considering moving shop like her brother wanted.

“I really had my heart set on Saint Canard, too,” Mels said. She looked at her picture of Darkwing again and rolled up her sleeves. “I’ll make it work.”

It was nearing midnight when the front glass of her restaurant exploded inward.

“I just replaced that!” Mels yelled, dragging her hands down the side of her face. Did she pick the center of super villain central for her place, or what? She looked up from the debris to the creep dirtying her carpet. “Who is it this time?”

“I don’t know about a who,” a manic giggle followed, “But I can definitely say it’s playtime!”

Mels ducked behind the front counter when the harlequin did a spin, throwing chattering teeth around him and crashing into the furniture. She covered her head as they landed around her. Mels kicked the nearest one away, smacking it into a chair leg. It bit the wood and kept chomping until the leg snapped and the chair fell over.

“Another thing to add to the budget,” Mels muttered under her breath.

“Hide and Seek’s a fun game, but that’s not what we’re here for,” Quackerjack said, leaning over the counter. He waved a finger back and forth. “So why don’t—”

“I am the terror that flaps in the night! I’m the little crackers that melt in your soup!” A puff of purple smoke echoed the voice interrupting Quackerjack.

“It’s Darkwing Duck!” Mels said, shooting up to her feet to see over the counter.

Darkwing tripped, stumbling a bit over a loose set of clattering teeth. He pouted, and Mels covered her beak with her hand as he shouted, “Hey! That was my line.”

“Oops,” Mels said.

“Yeah, yeah, everyone’s got a speech,” Quackerjack said. He whipped around and grabbed a chair. “But you’re not interrupting my fun this time, Dimwing!”

A front row seat to Darkwing Duck taking on one of the Fearsome Five! Now this was the best reason to stay in Saint Canard ever!

The two grappled back and forth over the broken glass and dining chairs and tables slowly being obliterated by Quackerjack’s toy teeth. Mels jumped up on the counter when they started nipping at her ankles instead of the wood. It had only distracted her for a moment, but when she turned her attention back to the fight, Darkwing was on the ground and Quackerjack had him pinned.

Taking a page out of her brother’s book, Mels grabbed an umbrella from the stand near the cashier and swung it from the umbrella portion, slamming the handle into the side of Quackerjack’s head.

The clown went down hard and Darkwing sat up in a rush. He stared at the slumped over body and pushed one of the bells from his hat off his chest. Standing, Darkwing looked at the frozen Mels and coughed into his hand.

“That’s one way to end a fight,” Darkwing said. He brushed off his jacket and crossed his arms. “But I want you to know dear citizen that I had everything handled and did not need assistance.”

“Of course,” Mels said.

She clutched the umbrella closer and hopped off the counter as Darkwing Duck slapped a pair of handcuffs on Quackerjack and called for someone to come pick the clown up. She pushed a bit of hair back and tried not to giggle. The Darkwing Duck was standing in her restaurant. He’d come to stop a Fearsome Five holdup and when was she going to get this opportunity again?

“Do you want to try the special?” Mels blurted. Darkwing turned to face her, eyebrow raised. Mels twisted the umbrella. “I mean, Quackerjack didn’t make it to the kitchen and I’m a mean cook if I say so myself. As a thank you. You and me, dinner?”

She could have slapped herself for the nervous words that fell out of her mouth.

“No need for thanks, I do it all for the job. Compensation is not—”

“I have cake for dessert!”

“—necessary, but I would love to join you for dinner,” Darkwing said, tipping his hat down. He smiled a bit and said, “Who can say no to cake?”

“No one,” Mels said. She put the umbrella down and walked back into the kitchen.

She was definitely staying in Saint Canard.

[piquuroblox]

Hhiiii... I see ur taking drawing reqs.. I think they would b very fun to see in ur art style but it's ok if not !!🔥🔥🔥

Love ur art sm btw it's acrually soo fire...

its ok puff i wear glasses too lets be blind together

[piquuroblox]

I can imagine this happening. After recent events :3 /silly

(Had 2 block out lemons real (partial) name.... gotta keep the mystery going >_<)

What do u mean real name. His real name is lemon. he told me so (He did not)

god’s worst miscommunication ever

[piquuroblox]

Hiiii.. puff and.tap meeting? Perhaps? :3

Why would anyone sign their oc up to meet tap 😭😭

[piquuroblox]

Lalalalala :3

me n my frends frolicking in flower fields

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Crazy things gojng on in the puff board

NO PUFF!!! STOP THAT!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭TGAT IS NOT A NORMAL SHRIMP!!!!!!!!

LET ME IN THIS WHITEBOARD IM TRYNA BE A MENACE /J

[piquuroblox]

Boo!!! Puff jumpscare :3

projecting onto ur oc real asl bro. So real. WHY IS THERE A BABY IN THE THING THE SHARK WAS EATING…….? also Puff the yapper. i love you puff. The world needs all of this energy

[piquuroblox]

Haaiii :333

I'm so Kind to him

(+their full og ref which also has the twisted ver.)

user brainrot-stitch Why would you do this to me on this Beautiful friday evening. Im crying in the club. PUFF. PUFF NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[piquuroblox]

The prev fits :3 (all were rated but I took some screenshots before I wrote the ratings 💔they still on the puff board if u wanna see tho lmao)

Giveme yhe puff board.❤️ i miss my moth