#even tho they both are small town boys green tries to like ‘grow out of it’

[sombreset]

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[yeehawfolk]

Hi! I think yr totally right about Felix's teeth probably not being great and how he and the rest of the crew should have more scars! Do u have any other lil appearance HCs for him/the whole gang? (:

OK! SO! I have a Lot of HCs about the crew, appearance-wise, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I love their canon designs, but I feel like they didn't utilize "Halcyon is fucked" enough with your companions? If that makes sense. I'm going to break this up character by character, so it'll be an easier read!

Also, I'm gonna put a TW on this for slight self harm on this?? It's not emotionally motivated at all, it's like when you'd compete to see who can get the gnarliest eraser burn in middle school, but nevertheless, I want to warn y'all ahead of time, it's on Ellie's part.

Parvati:

-Honestly, her eyes are gorgeous. They're brown, but an amber kind of brown, and very bright.

-I personally HC that Parvati chews her nails when she's nervous, so they're always nubs and usually pretty dirty, bc Mechanic and all.

-Her hands have faint scars from nicks and burns from working on machinery. The skin on her hands doesn't scar easily, but she still has a few gnarly scars from particularly bad burns or cuts that she wasn't able to take proper care of.

-Constantly has bruises of unknown origin on her arms and legs. She bruises very easy, and always has, which is kind of precarious when you're a mechanic.

-This might already be canon and I just haven't noticed bc I'm using the Switch version, but I HC Parv has some freckles sprinkled around her face. Not a lot by any means, but I HC she gets frequent sun when she's working on certain parts of the town, and freckles are a bi-product of that.

-She has a couple small scars on her face; one just below her eye on her cheek, and another on her chin. I like to think she fell on her chin, and the other was from her first project that blew up in her face, literally.

-Her skin is just a bit ashy because she hasn't had access to a lot of good lotions over the years.

-Despite taking a shower every morning, she accumulates grease smudges and dirt from her plants on herself very easily. She cleans up for her and Junlei's dates, but for casual visits both don't really bother. Sometimes they make a game of smudging each other with grease while they work and by the time they're finished their faces look like they were going for war paint.

-I like to think Parvati and Junlei eventually wear rings with each other (like, years down the line) and when Parvati gets deep in thought, she rests it against her lips. Junlei does something similar by turning her ring on her finger.

-Parv has ok teeth, not like great, but she takes pretty good care of them, even if sometimes she has to forgo it for a day or few while out with the Captain.

-When she's in Edgewater, she's always skinny, and if you squinted you probably could pick out a rib or so. But after she moves in with The Captain, she gains weight, and finally has the little pooch of fat that you're supposed to have around the middle. Ellie helps her keep up with nutritional needs (what you can get in Halcyon, anyway) and gets very proud when she makes her goals.

Felix:

-This boy has horrible teeth. His sweet tooth + being an orphan in the Back Bays didn't leave much time for proper teeth cleaning. He probably never really had enough bits to get toothpaste with, either.

-Oh, boy. He has scars galore. Some are from scuffles (he has some on his back from when he was a kid and used to get in trouble for stealing) but a lot are also from getting burned by pipes, or jagged metal. A fair few are from him doing dumbass things in his teenage years ("I wonder what would happen if I heat up these rounds of light ammo with a flamethrower??") because you can't tell me this boy didn't do dumb things like every teenage boy did but with more disasterous results bc SciFi.

-His nose has been broken quite a few times, so it's crooked in a couple spots.

-Can frequently be found with bloody knuckles just because he forgets that punching someone with a mask over their face really isn't the best idea. This eventually culminates into him making the "Millstone Drop-Kick!" his go-to move.

-This isn't exactly appearance related, but I HC Felix has a fucked back from his life of hauling heavy boxes. It doesn't help that he drop kicks literally everything that moves tho.

-Probably has chronic pain in his hands from his hands getting crushed by boxes at some point or another. Several of his fingers are crooked from being broken and improperly set. His bones probably aren't the best bc of poor nutrition growing up, either, so they're a little easier to break.

-Just. Me thinking about Felix in his 40s, or even early 30s: Honey, you have a big storm coming.

-This is also a little random, but I like to think that it takes a long time for Felix to grow any kind of facial hair (he has chronic babyface) so he's super proud of his scruff.

-Max: That's peach fuzz. If that.

-Felix: Leave me alone you big hairy bastard, just bc you have to shave like every other day to keep a clean face doesn't mean all men do!!

-(He's just a bit sensitive about his facial hair)

-(He one day dreams of growing a glorious beard like Sanjar's, but it would take him like 50 years)

-(Shut up Max one day he'll have an amazing handlebar mustache and you won't be laughing then)

-I have no idea if piercings or tattoos are a Thing in Halcyon (probs not, honestly, but I can dream) but if they are, he tried to pierce his ears by himself once, they got infected, and he got really sad when he had to let them close. The marks are still there but the holes have closed by now.

-ELLIE PIERCES HIS EAR AND HELPS HIM KEEP IT CLEAN

-Felix is strong, but he's skinny and gangly as all hell and it's hard as fuck to get him to gain any weight, mostly because he still has his habit of eating only what he needs and stashing the rest. It takes him a while with the crew to get over that, and when he does, he gains a healthy amount of weight around his middle. Ellie teases him a bit, but is 1,000x happier that he's no longer damn near a walking skeleton.

-Listen. Ellie and Felix are bros I don't make the rules. She denies it but she would kill for Felix.

-Usually has slight dark circles under his eyes, because he has nightmares sometimes and can't sleep.

-His eyes are really, really pretty. Like. Super fucking pretty. He has long lashes and they sparkle when he smiles. His eyes are hazel like Max's, but more on the brown side, with streaks of green radiating out from the pupil.

-Speaking of smiles. He has the goofiest and sweetest grins around. A little self-conscious about his teeth, but honestly that doesn't stop him from laughing and smiling with everyone. He has a couple broken teeth, but honestly it just makes his grin a lil lopsided and cute.

-He gets the Worst bed-head. It stands almost straight up in every direction, but it's really easy to tame. Mostly because he just runs his hands through it and calls it a day.

-He found Max's hair gel once and went Ham. He used the whole can sticking his hair up into a mohawk, and proceeded to parade around for Ellie and Parvati. Then bolt to his room and lock the door when Max shouted his name from the bathroom. Max's hair was out of whack for like. A week. He kept blowing it out of his face and Felix and Ellie would giggle like madmen when he did.

-*BANGS FISTS ON TABLE* FELIX IS BABY! FELIX IS BABY!!

Max:

-My MANS

-Listen, I am extremely gay for Max. This needs to be known before I continue, because I have a metric fuckton of Max HCs.

-So, first off, Max takes VERY good care of his appearance. Like. Insanely good. His hair is always perfectly held back by a moderate amount of gel, his nails perfectly trimmed and cleaned. He keeps a clean-shaven face.

-But don't let that fool you, Max can and will get down and dirty when need be, he just doesn't care to stay like that.

-Quite a few scars from his prison and Tossball years. But because of the clothes he wears you wouldn't be able to see them easily. Mostly on his back/sides, though he has a couple on his torso and legs.

-The Captain calls him Bigfoot because his grows hair really fast and his arms and chest have some pretty thick hair. Max is very confused, because he personally doesn't think his feet are that big.

-Not an appearance HC per se, but he smells like soap, aftershave, and books.

-When he doesn't gel his hair, it falls in his face constantly, and it annoys the fuck out of him.

-Fuckin ripped bro. Just. What the fuck. Why is a priest this fuckin shredded. Why make my gay little heart ache more than it already does, Obsidian??

-Despite his arm muscles being like. Huge, he still has a healthy layer of fat over his middle, mostly because being an OSI Priest, he got a little bit better nutrition VS. literally all of Halcyon.

-When his knee gets Bad (like hiking through Monarch with the Captain) he has a slight limp? Barely noticeable, but you can tell he's not putting weight on it. I HC its an old Tossball injury (that might be canon, I haven't played in forever).

-Its hard to tell in the different lights of the game whether his hair is Black or Silver, and I like to think he's greying, but not fully grey yet. He can have a little hair color, still. As a treat.

-Fuckin no lashes to speak of. None at all. Baldy eyes. Its the only part of him that doesn't have really thick hair and ngl he is very salty about it. Tho his actual eyes are very pretty; they're hazel with a lot of green. He has a darker ring on the outside and flecks of brown in them.

-Has very good teeth, whiter than most of Halcyon's because of the OSI providing for him.

-Broke his nose once during Tossball, though he was able to get it set alright. Slight crook in the bridge of his nose.

-He has a lot of those moles from his face scattered around. Particularly his shoulders and back.

-Also have you seen his fuckin canon thighs??? Bro. They could crush a watermelon. Once again, I must say, what the fuck, why is this priest so fuckin shredded.

-Actually takes his physical health very seriously, so I like to think he's in great shape for his age. Seeing him in some of the canon outfits though makes me more inclined to think that's canon.

-Sorry, I have thought about this A Lot, and the gay jumps out of me sometimes.

-A fair amount of scars on his arms. Not as many as Nyoka, but a little bit more than Parvati.

-Has calloused hands, but they've softened over his years as a priest.

Ellie:

-Now I feel like Ellie wouldn't have many scars that she didn't let scar up on purpose to give her an edge. They're essentially superficial; they look cool but didn't do any real damage.

-Also, her skin is very pale, so she doesn't scar easily anyway.

-Though she does have some, and they're more recent. A couple of gashes on her arms, and a bullet wound in her side. She's proud of them.

-The dark circles under her eyes are because she likes to stay up late at night. Sometimes she contemplates her life, but she doesn't like it, and usually doesn't bother too much.

-Her lashes are very thick and full, and they compliment her eyes very well. Her eyes aren't exactly ice blue, they're a bit darker, and have real pretty lighter streaks in them.

-Yes, her lips are naturally that color. Good for picking up women, bad for looking intimidating to marauders.

-Really soft skin, she's always had access to good lotion. After she leaves Byzantium, she purposely looks a bit more grimy than she did then, which is easy to do because of her skin tone.

-Has a few moles and freckles, but not many, mostly on her shoulders and back. She was inside a lot prior to her leaving Byzantium.

-Her hair doesn't really sit down when she sleeps, but it does lose some poofiness, so she has to meticulously push it up in the mornings.

-Not quite an appearance HC, but I feel like when she gets comfortable with ADA, she gives her compliments. Stuff like "Your screen is very bright today, ADA!" ADA does the same thing. "And your hair is looking very bright as always, Dr. Fenhill."

-Muscular, but lean, and puts on weight a little easier than others, so she wouldn't look like she could kick your ass without her pirate get-up, but she could 100%, no holds barred kick your ass.

-Very good teeth. Despite wanting to look like a gnarly pirate she takes dental care very seriously. Tho she thinks about getting punched in the mouth occasionally so she could like break off a piece of her tooth. Not the whole thing, just enough to make her look tough.

-Idc if piercings and tattoos aren't a Thing in Halcyon, Ellie has pierced ears. Three in each ear, and I like to think an eyebrow and maybe nose ring. She doesn't wear them when she's in Dangerous Situations because she firsthand had to fix ears that had their earrings ripped out during rich catfights that she does NOT want that to happen to her.

-She also has tattoos covering most of her back, and some of her upper arms. She got them "illegally" (meaning it's illegal to The Board, but the Groundbreaker doesn't really give a shit) on The Groundbreaker and she's proud as fuck of them.

-I have Feelings about the missed opportunities for illegal tattoo/piercing parlors. Like I know there's not a lot of self-expression to be had and no Art aside from fonts, but c'mon. Humans have drawn on their skin since the beginning all around the world and we WOULD find ways to do it again, even if it's needle-poke tattoos.

-Anyway, back to Ellie.

-You ever hear of a "lighter tattoo"? Basically, you heat up a lighter and then stamp the hot metal into your skin and it makes a mark in the shape of the lighter head. If you get it hot enough and hold it long enough it can scar. They have a similar thing in Halcyon with Plasma Cutters. Instead of Stab, you heat it up, turn it off, and press the blade to your skin and it pretty much scars within a couple seconds.

-Ellie 100% did a few of those when she was in Byzantium as like the "hahaha edgy" thing that teenagers do.

-Like I know technically kids aren't around but... bruh... you can't tell me that teenagers in a SciFi setting wouldn't do dumb ass shit like that.

-Ellie is honestly the baddest bitch and I love her, ok, she just reminds me so much of of those high school delinquent tropes in 90s movies

Nyoka:

-SO I HAVE SOME FEELINGS ABOUT NYOKA'S CANON DESIGN... IN THAT SHE'S ESSENTIALLY A MONSTER HUNTER BUT SHE HAS NO SCARS!

-Listen, ok, she would 100% have a lot of scars from her life on Monarch. I share some HCs with @nyokaacore in that she has three scars over one of her eyes, and a few others around her face, like on her lips.

-The bulk of her scars are on her arms and body, though, as she usually is able to get the Canid or Rapt off before they get to her face.

-I like to think the scars on her eye are from Freida, the first Rapt she ever killed that's taxidermied on her wall.

-But she has a lot of scars from Raptidon claws and Canid mouthplates, sprinkled with some Manti burns and burns from Rapt spit.

-She also has her fair share of bullet scars on her, and definitely has some patches of skin discoloration from incidents regarding the sulphur pools. Chemical burns are a bitch.

-She's tall, and not exactly curvy? But broad. Big shoulders, wide hips, sturdy legs. Looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you alignment.

-The sand and sulphur in the air plays Hell on her skin, so she's got some old acne scars and places that scarred up into moles on her face. Has an issue with dry skin.

-Her skin is also pretty oily, and she washes it when she can, but water is usually better spent being drunk than washed with. However, she does carry a spare bottle of non-drinkable water to wash Rapt acid off in emergencies, so sometimes she'll pull from that to wash her face with.

-Big hands, calloused, pretty scarred up from her time on Monarch.

-I also like to think that she can tell you stories about most of the scars she has, lmao.

-Her nose, like Felix's, has been broken quite a few times and is pretty crooked.

-Most often, you see Nyoka with a slight sunburn on her face. It's hard to see, but her cheeks are usually warm to the touch.

-Her teeth aren't the best, but she does take as much care of them as she can out on Monarch. Still pretty yellow with some cavities, but not as bad at Felix's.

-Honestly the dark circles around her eyes are usually because she doesn't sleep a lot. She has dreams about CHARON, and that's not her favorite thing to do.

-At a pretty healthy weight for Halcyon, and ofc, has muscles as big as your head.

-Surprisingly soft hands, though.

[tetralea]

Father, I have sinned

Pairing: Priest! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Priest! Sebastian AU, Smut, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, sex in a church, loss of virginity

Summary: Pure smut? Sebastian being a priest in the church you went and really try to be a decent girl.

A/N: So, this little nothing was caused by this post. Even tho I never was a big fan of this kind of AU, I just couldn’t resist.

You were coming from a decent Catholic family, you knew the Bible, went to church on the weekends and knew all the major sins very well. Than how come that, in this moment you were naked, shaking and breathless under the most beautiful man you have ever seen, who also happened to be your priest?

Your parents were never worried when any of the boys come to court you from the town, because they raised you well. They knew without asking that you were saving yourself until marige, that the most you allowed to any boys who were around you is to hold your hand, and that was it. You were modest and even if you have grown to be a young adult now, you were always very cautious to keep yourself from falling to any of the seven major sins. 

You were proud and have never thought that it ever gonna change, until very recently. Your family have moved and you had to find a decent church around your new home, which you did. However you not only found a new church, you have found a new priest as well. He was more than good looking and you knew that week after week, after listening to his wise words and his deep voice, you couldn’t wait to go to the church, to see him again. 

You started to make smaller sins, so you can go more and more often to confess to him. The two of you were talking and every time he was speaking you had to bite your tongue, and squeeze your thighs together, containing your longing sighs. You felt yourself growing wet every time as your thoughts were at a completely different place than your body. 

You priest wasn’t stupid, he could hear the shudder in your voice and the suppressed sighs you were making while talking to him. He could feel your intense gaze while you were in church with your family on every Sunday. You were good and pure and fighting so hard to avoid that one particular sin and it made him longing for you even more. 

Every time you come to confess to him, he was satisfied. Satisfied to only by talking to you he could turn you on, he could make you take all those shaky breaths and nervous laughs. But the thing that made him even more satisfied is to sneak out and watch you as you leave, cheeks flushed, biting your lips, fighting the urge to just go home and let your hands sinking between your legs, dipping between your folds, making yourself feel what you were longing for so much. 

Until one day you appeared in his room on a Sunday morning. His piercing blue eyes wandering on your perfect form. Your beige skirt was long enough to cover your knees and your blouse was a plain dark green one, matching with your features perfectly. You were pretty, oh so pretty, he barely could contain himself. 

‘(Y/N), good morning!’ He smiled at you which made your knees weak and your lips pressing to a firm line. ‘How can I help you today?’ He asked still smiling, walking closer to you.

‘Father, I... I have sinned.’ The words falling from your lips with so much guilt, he barely can stop himself from closing you into his arms to reassure you. 

‘It’s alright, we all have our own sins.’ He says, placing his warm hand on your shoulder, tilting his head searching for your gaze. You shake your head. 

‘I fall for one of the major sins.’ You confess.

‘So, you have been with a man last night, darling?’ He asks kindly, his warm palm sliding to your face, lifting your chin a bit. You shake your head again. 

‘I was on my own.’

His breathing hitches for a second, when realisation hits him. You were here last night and after that you went home and after... 

‘It’s alright sweetheart, we all have our own secrets and desires. Do you wanna know mine?’ He asks sincerely, standing so close to you, you can fell his chest pressed against you. You nod curiously, hardly doubting, that a pure man like your priest would have ever sinned. 

‘I fall for the same sin, when I got to be on my own after any time seeing you.’ His voice drops, his steel blue eyes dark with desire, lips a bit parted and he inhales deeply, waiting for your answer. 

You don’t say a thing, only your hands are sliding onto his chest, feeling his firm body under the softness of his white shirt. The confused look changes in your eyes, it becomes determined and lustful, your cheeks flushed and you parting your lips is the last drop. 

He leans closer, keeping his eyes on your lips, waiting for something.

‘Sebastian.’ You whine quietly. He closes the small distance between the two of you, pressing his soft lips to yours. You moan into the kiss melting into him, letting his hands go to your back and hips, to hold you close. The kiss deepens quickly, his teeth pulling onto your bottom lips, sucking them gently, earning another sweet sound from you. Your hands are in his brown hair, tugging it gently, letting him push you against the wall, kissing your neck hungrily. 

The next thing you know is that you are splayed on his bed, in his small room, behind the church, naked, panting from the breathless kisses and pleasure filling your veins from his touches and his mouth traveling on your body. 

Your back arches and a loud cry of his name falls from your lips when he licks a long strip between your folds. It is intense and leaves you moaning and trembling. The sensation of his wet, hot mouth against your core is something indescribable. You shudder when his skilled tongue flicks over your throbbing clit and he barely gives you time to recover before his tongue penetrates you, making you sink your finger into his hair and cry out in pleasure. If you thought the things you have done to yourself, thinking about him fel good, well you were wrong. This felt million times better, your blood was hot, skin glistering with sweat and tingling by the pleasure Sebastian was giving you. The harsh suction on your clit was too much and made you come undone, every muscle in your body shaking, toes curling, your priest’s name falling from your lips like the most sinful prayer. 

Sebastian gave you some time to come down from your highs before sliding one finger into you. The muffled sound of your surprise died on his lips, your hands gripping his shoulder as he pushed in a second than a third finger. He was curling them, which was something different, you have never thought you cold feel this good. You trembled again, teeth sinking into his skin, earning a deep growl from his chest. When you were relaxed enough, he removed his fingers and kneel between your legs. 

The sight was better than any imagination he have had of you. You were gorgeous, nipples hard and sensitive, cheeks flushed, lips red from his kisses, and the wetness glistering between your legs drove him mad. He gave yourself a few lazy strokes and you were watching him. Following every movement, as his perfect abs were messy from the pre-cum, his slender fingers closing around his cock and moving slowly. 

‘Are you sure?’ He asked as he let his elbows rest next to your head, his pulsing cock head pressed against your needy core. 

The agonizing whine was like music to his ears when you wrapped your legs around his hips, reassuring him. 

He was sinking into you slowly, stopping just after he felt the brief resistance as he claimed you the very first. The small pain was showing on your face, so he leaned down to pepper kisses onto your lips and cheeks, until you relaxed again. The way he was filling you more and more by every second only fueled your desires. The stretch inside of you was unpleasant first, so you were glad he didn’t move for long seconds, waiting for you to get used to his size. 

‘Sebastian, I need... you.’ You panted encouraging him to start to move. The first thrust was still sensitive, but you got used to the feeling, and soon the only thing you felt was the pleasant stretch of his cock in your sweet wetness, and the pleasure, taking over every one of your senses. His quiet moans filled the air, next to your loud cries, as he was getting both of you closer and closer. 

He lifted himself onto his palm and you started to pulse around him when he hit your sweet spot over and over again. Dragging his thick cock in on out of you to make you come around him. He didn’t have to wait for too long, your body tensed, your eyes got opened wide and you come with a shuddered cry of his name. His thrusts got even deeper and stronger before he come, spilling his hot seed into you, filling you as your pulsing cunt milked him dry. 

Your hands closed around him, as he carefully laid on top of you, still panting. 

‘See, doll. Everyone has their own sins.’ He kissed you gently, with a soft smile. 

This is how you get to your current position. Your back pressed against his huge desk, Sebastian’s cum painting your breasts and stomach with hot, messy ribbons as he was pounding into you again, already. The desk was holding against your strong grip, as you tried to endure your third orgasm, which hit you with force, making your back arch and Sebastian’s eyes couldn’t get enough of this sight. He come again, pulling it out just in time, his hot cum shooting onto your swollen clit, triggering another orgasm from you. 

‘Do you think, you have another one in you, doll?’ He growled into your ear as he pushed back immediately stuffing his thick come into your sensitive hole. ‘Because I really, really want to come into this sweet pussy of yours.’

Tags: @angryschnauzer, @hellomissmabel, @ruinerofcheese, @akamaiden, @suz-123, @prplprincez

[rosetowers]

Ducklings as they grow up masterpost

hey, so i’ve made a lot of posts about how everyone grows up and for your convenience i’ve decided to put the important bits plus extra into one post.

this gets long to under the cut it goes

Huey

13-16: wears sweater vests because he’s a nerd. Around 15 he realises he’s asexual and is generally pretty chill about it and is generally not interested in dating. Puberty is fine except for when his voice breaks and for a while it just… randomly pitches higher. Donald gets how he feels since when he hit puberty the same thing happened (so between that and his speech impediment puberty was not fun for Donald). Huey’s siblings tease him relentlessly for it tho.

17-21: still wearing a sweater vest. Still not interested in dating, but people who talk to him are and his naturally sweet nature means a lot of people crush on him, not that he really notices (boy can tell from the next room that Louie has fallen in love again but can’t tell when someone is flirting with him smh). Is learning to fly from his mother and Launchpad, so he’s not only going to be able to fly expertly, but also be able to survive and repair/rebuild after any crash. Ends up about average height for a duck, like Donald or Scrooge’s height and gains some muscle.

21+: finally changed his look and now tends to wear overalls. At some point, Ma Beagle passes away and Huey is asked by Bouncer and Burger to take over, which ticks off Big-Time and a small group of the other Beagle Boys. the rest embrace his leadership and make peace with his family as he changes the groups from a criminal gang to model citizens. They do a lot of charity work like recycling, building homes for the homeless and raising money for the needy etc. and the Junior Woodchucks are flooded with the youngest members of the family. There are also a lot of turf wars with the Beagles who broke off, they call themselves the Big-Timers now.

Dewey

13-16: cycles through various adventurer-style outfits and does not suit any of them, mainly because he has dozens of zits and keeps having random growth spurts which makes him all gangly and awkward. Bi as hell and uses bad pick-up lines when he has a crush. Getting a more in-depth education on sailing from Donald. Has developed a tendency to jump onto high places and belt out musicals out of nowhere. Is also being taught to fight by Webby.

17-21: finally picks a look, tank tops and sleeveless denim jackets, and he’s also considering getting an anchor tattoo (don’t tell Donald). Actually looks pretty good since he turns out really tall (like, a head shorter than LP) and gains a lot of muscle, he loves being tall since it drives Huey crazy. Tries to be a suave, flirty adventurer, but can’t flirt to save his life, so it drives him nuts that Huey gets so much attention without even realising it. Loves to party, sneaks into clubs a lot.

21+: sticks to denim, does get the tatoo (Donald faints), still can’t flirt. When Scrooge retires they go adventuring together with Dewey working as skipper. Very capable on adventures now, what with the skills he learned with Webby and Scrooge, but often needs his uncle to drag him out of danger (and visa versa).

Louie

13-16: goth phase. He ends up with Scrooge and Fergus’ sideburns, and more or less looks like Scrooge did as a teenager. Wears a black, zip up hoodie over a green shirt, green hair dye on his bangs, and too much eye-liner. Gay edgy boy with a diary full of bad poems. Reads the Duckverse equivalent of Twilight and develops an unhealthy concept of romance where his type is jerks with heart of gold; falls in love with jerks with hearts of jerk super easily, cries a lot. Retains some sense of humor, mainly in the form of standing behind Scrooge and mirroring his movements, Manny sometimes joins in.

17-21: over his goth phase. Very confident, snappy dresser, wears blazers, scarves, and bling. Also really short and chubby and cute, loves himself. A good hustler and gambler (he cheats like crazy) to make some cash since he’s stuck as an unpaid intern at the Money Bin (Scrooge: you’re being paid in experience. Fenton: that means he’s cheap. Louie: don’t I know it). Has moved on from duck-Twilight to awful romance novels and duck-Fifty Shades of Gray. So he still has terrible taste in men and gets his heart broken (he eats so much ice cream). Can use his rep as “Love-struck Louie” to trick suckers into thinking he’s fallen in love with them for hustling purposes, but he has to be careful because this can backfire if he accidentally does fall for them. Also flirts to get what he wants and has a really good gaydar, no matter how deep in the closet someone is.

21+: turns out hard work really does pay off! When Scrooge retires to go adventuring full-time, Louie’s the only one with the experience and any actual desire to run the company. Wears tailor-made gray suits and silk, green ties. Remodels the manor and loves throwing lavish parties hosted by the ghosts of Beakley and Duckworth. Is actually a hard worker, pulling all nighters, as well as putting a lot of money into charity. “Recommends” the board of vultures who stopped Scrooge from searching for Della retire, replaces them with new members, including Gyro and Fenton, and makes Manny head of R & D. Also hires Webby as his bodyguard and keeps LP on as his chauffeur. Also finally burns all those romance novels and tries harder to protect his heart. For reasons i don’t fully understand, I love the idea of Louie and Mark Beaks becoming enemies. Like, maybe mirroring Scrooge and Glomgold; they take over the Billionaires club and spend their time there glaring at each other, whilst their bodyguards Webby and Graves (because I said so) are on hand to keep them from getting into a slap fight. The rest of their time is spent trying to outdo each other in new tech (and with Gyro and Fenton now being part of his board of directors there’s no end to the ideas to one-up the jerk).

Webby

17-21: doesn’t grow much, she and Louie end up around the same height as adults. Lesbian. Still loves the colour pink, and also denim jackets; wears a handkerchief wrapped around her head instead of a bow (like this but pink). As hyper and excited about the world and adventures as she’s always been, but thanks to the influence of her honorary siblings she’s ridiculously sarcastic. she’s also become a bit of a prankster, so everyone in the manor has developed a habit of slowly and carefully opening doors and cabinets in case anything jumps out, checking “treasure” for price labels, and making sure maps and documents relating to treasure and artifacts are what they appear to be. Duckworth and occasionally Della are often her partners in crime. Joins in when Dewey randomly starts singing. She’s in the process of officially joining SHUSH.

21+: as I said, she becomes Louie’s bodyguard, but that’s mainly an excuse to hang out with him, and is also her cover for her other job as a SHUSH agent, since Louie can actually defend himself just fine (she also keeps him awake during board meetings). Wears a black suit when on bodyguard duty and a pink catsuit on missions. Grows her hair out and ties it back with a pink bow.

Lena

16-21: pansexual. Generally wears a heavy coat over a dress and various enchanted items of jewelry that Scrooge lets her keep. BTW yes Scrooge has long since adopted her and is now her dad. About as interested in dating as Huey is, but might still flirt if she finds someone cute; having said that she’s gotten into more than one fight with Louie over a boy (but if the guy is interested in Louie she chases him off since he’s clearly a creep, Louie’s a kid after all). She’s generally a pretty chill person, but she does struggle to make her needs known to her family and is kind of closed off around new people. Has power over both dark and light magic (a connection to shadows and celestial objects, can travel through shadows and shape shift + general magic stuff), but for a while she has poor impulse control, even though she wants to use it for good. Luckily, she finds Scraps the familiar, and black and white corgi who protects her and tries to keep her from doing dumb stuff with her magic.

21+: develops into a powerful sorceress, recognised by various magical authorities as Empress of Light and Queen of Shadows. Wears black with various shades of blue and purple, wears long skirts and long baggy sleeves, generally develops a more elegant style. Outside Duckburg everyone believes her to be the town’s mysterious sorceress and protection, to its citizens she commands a certain amount of respect but is generally regarded as Lena McDuck, the girl who blew up Funzo’s when she was fifteen and who occasionally shows up out of nowhere, her corgi likes to be petted too.

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Smile

So…I wanted to try my hand at a Dean fic so here it is! :)  This started as a present for @bovaria​ for writing that delicious Benny fic of hers, but it quickly turned into a ridiculously angsty fic.  If you guys like it, I’m ready to dive into a second part!!  I really hope I kept Dean in character, because I had a super struggle writing this, but I definitely wanted to see it through.

This fic is loosely based on the song “Smile,” which was originally by Charlie Chaplin.  I listened to this really emotional, gorgeous version by Judy Garland, here.

It’s also based in part on the quote that Frank Devereaux (remeber him?  that paranoid dude? :P) said to Dean about smiling.

As always, please let me know what you think! :)

@bovaria​ (Bae-varia :3) @icecream-and-winchesters​ (REVENGE IS UPON YOU) @abaddonwithyall​ (Girl did you read that Gadreel fic I wrote yet?! :P) @but-deans-back-tho​ (Because I know you love your Dean, sorry about the angst! :P )

Title: Smile Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~1725 Pairing: (Dean x Reader) Warnings: Angsty as all hell (Sorry, not sorry. :3)

“I’m tired of this shit, Dean!  How long have I waited around for you?!”

“Sweetheart, I—“

“I’ve had enough.”  Your voice grew quieter.  “It’s always been about everything else.  Sam, Cas, Charlie, your car.  I can’t remember the last time anything has been about me.  I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N)…(Y/N), please…”

You blinked away the tears.  “I’m tired, Dean.  I’m so very tired of all of this.  You don’t even let me hunt anymore.  How am I supposed to live?  Who am I supposed to be?  I love you, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“We can fix this. Please…please (Y/N).  Don’t go.”

“Please don’t try to find me, Dean.  It’s better that way for the both of us.”

Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky you’ll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow Smile and maybe tomorrow You’ll see the sun come shining through For you.

That had been three weeks ago.  Dean stumbled back into the bunker after another whiskey filled night, miserable as ever.  Sam looked up at him from the long table, up to his elbows in research for the next job.  He furrowed his eyebrows; it had been a long time since he had seen Dean so distraught.  He completely understood though.  Anyone who had eyes could see that Dean was head over heels in love with you.  Sam knew that Dean had loved Lisa, but the moment he laid eyes on you it was as if the entire world stopped.  He thought you had felt the same, but you had moved all of your stuff out of the bunker, and didn’t leave any contact information.

Sam stood up, helping his brother into a chair.

“Dean, you have to come out of this.  We have a job to do, and I need to know you’re going to be at your best when we’re out there.”

Dean looked up at Sam, a bittersweet smile on his lips as he chucked to himself.

“Save it, Sammy.  I messed up.  I messed up bad and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to make it right.  I let her walk right out of my life and I did nothing but be an ass to her the entire time.”    

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, sitting down across from his brother as he poured the both of them another glass of whiskey.  They clinked glasses as the downed the liquor.

Light up your face with gladness, Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near That’s the time you must keep on trying Smile, what’s the use of crying. You’ll see that life is still worthwhile- If you just smile.

It had been three weeks since you saw him.  Those hypnotizing green eyes that could make you do almost anything.  Thoughts of rolling around in bed with him every night haunted your every thought, remembering how long you would spend counting every single freckle on his face.  You took another shot at the bar as you sat there, scanning the place and watching the people.  It was getting increasingly more difficult to watch couples together, knowing that you had that up until very recently.  You knew it was for the best.  Was it?  You were so tired of Dean treating you like an accessory, like just a pretty face.  You were a hunter way before you met him and you knew you’d be one until the die you met your maker.  On one hand, you understood the need to protect something that was precious to you; something you loved that you wanted to keep safe, but it was getting ridiculous.  Dean became furious at you when you tried to run out on a salt and burn, telling you that it was too dangerous.  That was the last straw for you.

There was no denying it, though.  You were still hopelessly in love with him.  This was for the best, though.  You just knew it.  The monsters and demons were starting to realize the relationship that the both of you had, and they were figuring out how to use it to their advantage.  Hunters just shouldn’t be romantically involved.  No one gets hurt that way, and no one gets killed.   Despite all of this, the gravitational pull you had towards Dean was indisputable.

You knew it the moment you met him that his soul was supposed to be paired with yours.

“Looks like you could use some help there, cowboy.”

“Yeah, yeah, gee thanks, sweetheart.  Mind helping me out here?”

You chuckled as you circled him, chained up by a siren that you just ganked.

“She did quite the number on you, huh?  Tell me pretty boy, do you like to go home with all the monsters you’re supposed to be hunting?”

“Are you going to help me or not, sweetheart?”

“I guess I could…it would be a shame to leave you hanging like this…”

He rolled his eyes at your terrible joke as you chuckled to yourself, freeing him from his restraints.  He rubbed his wrists as you looked around; making sure that the threat was neutralized.  When your gaze finally returned to his, his eyes were softer, full of a tenderness that you hadn’t seen before.

He outstretched his hand to you.  “Dean Winchester.  And what do I call a badass lady hunter like yourself?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you shook his hand.

“It’s (Y/N).  And you smell disgusting.”

He smirked at you, taking in your form.  “How’s about I freshen up and buy you a drink, (Y/N)?  You know…to thank you.”

You shook your head.  “I’ve heard about your reputation, Winchester.  And I’m not interested.”

“We’ll see, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

A month after that, the two of you got together.  And shortly after that you moved into the bunker with him and Sam.  But now, now everything had gone to hell.  Dean had become obsessed with the Darkness.  He needed to find it (her?).

You had no idea what to believe anymore.  You had weathered so many trials and tribulations with him, been through so many things.  You stayed by him when he went full demon, knowing fully how he cheated on you, the things he said to you.  You know I think you’re gorgeous, sweetheart, but I’m just not a one woman kind of demon.

You were there for almost everything.  When Sam was finally able to cure Dean, that was when things changed.  He became super protective of you, and wouldn’t let you go anywhere.  He yelled at you for wanting to go to the grocery store.  At first it wasn’t too bad, but things continued to escalate.  You had finally had enough when you had that blowout with him.  

Yet your heart ached.  It was growing increasingly more difficult to wake up alone every morning, but you knew you had to be strong, not just for yourself, but also for Dean.  Stay strong.  Stay strong.  Stay strong.

“No cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. And do it again the next week.”

Dean couldn’t get Frank Devereaux’s words out of his head.  He sat straight up in bed, his hands rubbing at his face as he groaned.  He had finally had enough.  He sprang up, grabbing his duffel, and started to stuff his clothes into it, grumbling as Sam entered his room.

“Where are you going?”

“Where the hell do you think I’m going, Sammy?”

“She said she didn’t want to see you.”

“Don’t care.”

“She’s not going to let you in.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Sam sighed, feeling bad for his brother.  He had never seen him have it so bad for a woman before.  He picked up another large book as he sat down at the table in the library, hearing the roar of the Impala driving off in the distance.

Dean gripped the steering wheel of the Impala tightly, his mind completely focused on one thing, one mission, one person.  You.

You down one last glass of wine before you started to get ready for bed.  Hopefully the wine would help you settle your nerves, your thoughts lingering on the one person in the entire universe that it shouldn’t be.

Dean walked victoriously out of a bar in the middle of God-knows-where in Tennessee, holding a crumpled slip of paper in his hand.  He had been hot on your trail, asking around with mutual hunter acquaintances, ducking into bars, and somehow he finally found you.  He looked at that little piece of paper in his hand, your address scrawled on it in barely legible handwriting.  He gripped it tightly as he nearly threw himself back into his car, hoping to whoever was up in Heaven that you would at least let him in.  At the very least talk to him through the door.  Because if there was one thing that he knew was true, it was that things were not supposed to end that way between the both of you.  You had stayed with him through hell and back and there was no way he was going to let you go without a fight, even if he had to fight you for it.

You tidied up a little in your small apartment, clad only in a tanktop and panties, just about ready to turn in for the night when you hear a knock at the door.  You furrow your eyebrows.  Who the hell is knocking at this time of night.  I don’t even know anybody in this bumblefuck of a town.  You grab your gun off the coffee table, taking quiet steps towards the door, cursing everything as you wish you had a peephole on the door.  Great, I guess I’ll just wing it.  Gun in one hand, you pull the door open wide, gun cocked right in the knocker’s face.  It takes you a moment, but you finally lower your weapon, eyes full of confusion and sadness.

“How did you find me?” …. …. ….

“Hello, sweetheart.”

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