#i might do a drabble or two

[nerdynanny]

HI IM HERE WITH MORE MAX GOOF HEADCANONS FOR HIS DUCKTALES [2017] AU

He and Della were Powerline fans together. She introduced him to the music and he FIXATED ON IT

The events of A Goofy Movie and the sequel occur. Max's motivation for going to the Powerline concert in this AU was not to impress Roxanne, but rather so Della could see him. There was no way she'd miss seeing him on the news. Then maybe she'd come home and Uncle Donald and his dad would start talking again.

Max is gay. His interest in Roxanne was purely because he found her really pretty. He briefly dates Bradley in college but eventually moves on.

He is not out publicly. He is terrified what his fanbase would think.

In terms of notoriety he's like Tony Hawk meets The Rock. He's considered a Hollywood Hearthrob and is often seen in the company of beautiful women.

Max is a head or two shorter than his dad, but looks very much like Goofy did at his age.

He lives in Digland, the capital of Ohiorado. Aesthetically Chicago coded. After word gets out about Darkwing Duck being real, Max joins in the heroic game.

Known as KickFlip, Max wears an eye mask and skates around on a techy skateboard-- designed by PJ, an amateur inventor. His gear gets a bit more techy as PJ gains access to more technology [Scrooge eventually uncovers this venture and decides to anonymously fund his enterprise].

PJ and Bobby are his assistants and occasional sidekicks.

He tries to keep this all a secret from his dad, but he can't stop Donald and Della from finding out. So they join the team to help out on occasion, getting to bond with their estranged nephew.

Max acknowledges he's not blood related to the Duck family, but they are his family and there's nothing he wouldn't do to keep them safe.

Max is the last living descendant of King Arthur Lionheart. His mother, it is later revealed, passed away due to a family curse. Good thing he knows a few cursebreakers.

Max eventually obtains Excalibur-- and boasts magical powers he then infuses into his [now hoverboard] tech. He dons a more knight inspired motif and a new name: KnightTech. His skateboard is modified to become a shield [similar to his prime KH timeline]. Further tying into the motif.

[waterfallofspace]

Allergic To Concepts

Is anyone else still into the M/agnus Archives? Maybe, maybe not, but I have had this fic sitting in my google docs for months, and I just finally managed to get myself to finish up the last bit, so here is part one of a possible two part fic, if I can ever manage to get myself to write the next part!

So, if anyone wants, please enjoy a little Allergic to concepts Jon. aka, Jon is so allergic to dogs that just the idea of them gets him a bit worked up~

I'll never be over this podcast, and I might start sharing small (tiny) drabbles of these guys if anyone would be interested <3 or even just to start coaxing myself back into writing~

Characters: Jon, Martin, Tim, and Sasha Word Count: 2.7k

“-so to conclude, we absolutely, most certainly, cannot do that,” Martin finishes, hands woven into his hair. Seems to happen more often nowadays; getting a job you’re not exactly qualified for tends to bring on a touch of added stress. What brings even more stress, however, are the faces staring back at him, twin smiles painted across worryingly calm canvases. Seems once a poet, always a poet, even in your own thoughts. 

Tim chuckles, mischief running through his eyes. “How do you even know that? You been stalking our new boss?” 

“W-well no, it’s just that…” Martin starts, beginning to study the floor as his rambling starts to take over. “Well there may have been an… incident, of- of sorts, with a uh… well it was, I was trying to open this door, but see I was holding files, and there was this dog, and they kinda just- well I was trying to stop it but it got in and- so I went to Jon’s office and he was just kinda… and then I-” 

“So what?” Tim interrupts, mercifully saving Martin from his own tongue. “Why should his issues stop us from havin’ a good time?” With a snap of his fingers, Tim casts Sasha a devious wink. The colour seems to drain from Martin’s face as he holds up a shaking finger, aiming somewhere behind Tim’s shoulders. 

“Ah, speak of the devil,” Sasha mutters, her smile never wavering. 

Spinning on his heel, Tim turns to greet the newest arrival to the hallway. “Fancy seeing you here, boss! Burning the midday oil?” 

Jon pauses, papers nearly spilling from his crowded arms as he fumbles with some keys. “That’s not an expression. And what are you all doing cramped in the hall? Don’t any of you have work to do?” 

Martin nearly keels over as Jon’s glare settles against him, seemingly deeming him responsible for this lapse in progress. As if! In fact, he’d been the one begging them to get back to work. Honestly, Jon should appreciate the fact that he talked them out of-

“Actually, we’re thinking of heading off for the day,” Tim cuts in, leaving Martin’s mouth nearly hanging open. Had they not just gone over why this was a horrible idea? As if to answer his unspoken question, Sasha joins in with support for Tim’s cause. Martin’s pretty sure there’s actually a gap between his lips. 

Jon, having opened the office by this point, merely stops and stares. Seconds pass, though it feels more like minutes. There appears to be some sort of staring match between the three of them. 

Finally Jon breaks the silence with a short… well, it’s hard to call it a laugh, more like a huff. His posture tightens as he attempts to pull himself to his full height, casting Tim a wary glance. “You can’t be serious.” 

“Quite serious in fact! See, me and Sasha have been thinking,” Tim pauses, gesturing to the aforementioned with a sickly sweet smile. Merely performance charm, which given the eye-roll she shoots back, Sasha’s well aware of. “All of us here need a chance to bond.” 

“Bond, you say,” Jon’s monotone voice offers no insight to how he’s taking this suggestion. As Martin’s mouth begins to dry, his hands start working their way back into his hair. 

“Indeed!” Tim continues, seemingly oblivious to Martin’s rapidly increasing heart rate. “We’ve all been stuck here together, figured we should become more of a team, you know? A team-building exercise you could call it. Something to get us more on the same page.” 

“And what is this ‘team-building exercise’ you have in mind?” 

Well, his heart may have been racing before, but it’s not anymore. In fact, he’s almost entirely convinced it’s just stopped completely. Jon’s eyes meet his own, and Martin drops his gaze fast enough to leave him dizzy. 

This time Sasha speaks up, her coy tone doing nothing to alleviate the heart attack symptoms Martin’s now convinced he’s feeling. “An animal rescue cafe. They rescue dogs and cats, the ones that need rehoming, and bring them there so you can get to know them before you adopt. One opened just down the street from here, and me and Tim have been looking into going. We figured, might as well drag you and Martin along with us.” 

Jon’s glare narrows further, a single hand coming up to rest between his eyes. The movement is completed by pushing up his glasses with a sigh. “And how exactly does drinking tea in a room full of animals qualify as team building?” 

“You can tell a lot about a person from the way they treat animals,” Tim offers. “Not to mention the fact that there’s a whole study about how psychopaths are more likely to hate cats, which is mostly due to the fact cats have willful behaviour.” 

Martin can almost taste his heartbeat at this point, a fact he’s finding quite alarming. Still rummaging through papers, Jon steps into his office. Much to Martin’s chagrin, they all seem to be following him. 

“Are you suggesting someone working in this office is a psychopath, Tim?” Jon continues, huffing out another sigh as he notices the entourage entering his office. Jon’s glare lands on Martin once more, something he’s almost gotten used to at this point. 

Laughter begins to flow from Tim, Sasha joining in with a mild chuckle. “Of course not, but hey, this job’s all about researching things that probably aren’t true. Better safe than sorry, right?” 

Seemingly the only one noticing Jon’s growing apprehension, or maybe just the only one that cares, Martin can’t peel his eyes off their boss. Unaware of the scrutiny, though perhaps expecting it nonetheless, Jon pushes up his glasses again. Martin doesn’t miss the way he lets a single finger brush against his nose during this action. Nor do his eyes skip over the light scrunch forming at the bridge of said nose. 

Oblivious as always, Tim’s still going on about the cafe. Something about which animals are available, what tea they serve, scones, and more useless information. Sasha’s typing something in her phone, apparently fact checking his current ramblings. Still, all of that fades into the background as Martin’s attention is drawn to Jon once more. 

At first, he can’t figure out why he’s watching. Jon didn’t speak, and from his posture he hasn’t made any significant gestures. There doesn’t seem to be anything specifically that should have caught his eye, and yet-  

And then it happens again. Jon’s brows tighten, his eyes begin to flutter shut, and his lips part just enough for his tongue to peek out between them. There’s a beat of silence, then a single breathy inhale, barely noticeable above Tim’s monologuing. 

“ihh-” 

Just as quickly as it began, Jon crushes it back once more, a hand roughing swiping against his nose. There’s a quiet feeling of– perverse excitement as Martin watches him. Why? No earthly idea. It’s not as if there’s anything specifically… exciting about the action. There’s no physical stimulation beginning, to phrase it politely. 

Still, there’s something… almost electrifying, about bearing witness to a moment so personal and private. As if the only person in the room is Jon, and he’s opened the door for Martin to join him in his world. Which, as you think about it, just becomes more and more– creepy as hell! Damn it! 

Pulling himself from his thoughts, Martin manages to peel his gaze away from Jon. Zoning back into Tim’s rambling, he just barely catches the tail end of a rant about different toppings on cinnamon buns. His silence was entirely unnoticed. Understandably, given only Tim had said anything in minutes. 

“Personally, I’m a fan of the regular cream cheese icing,” Martin offers, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Tim as another soft sniffle sounds behind him. The others don’t notice it, Sasha rolling her eyes as a light begins to dawn in Tim’s. 

“Well, interesting you say that Martin, they actually have those at the cafe down the street! Isn’t that such a wonderful coincidence?” Tim swirls his body towards Martin, casting a playful glance back at Jon as he continues. “Wouldn’t you like to stop by and get yourself one of those delicious buns?” 

Martin feels his face begin to pale again, and barely manages a meek, “W-well… I don’t need to… get one right now… but if you want-” 

Thankfully he’s saved from himself as a gasp sounds out from the desk. Everyone in the room turns, Martin included, just in time to see Jon duck into his wrist with a tight, “ih’nGXt–uih!” 

“Bless you!” Sasha calls, Tim and Martin echoing the sentiment. A flush begins to spread over Jon’s cheeks, but it’s brushed off as he waves a hand, continuing to scribble on some papers. Casting a glance over to Tim, Martin sighs as the mischief floods the other man's face. He’s very clearly not letting this go. 

“Was that actually a sneeze?” Tim laughs, mimicking the sound as Sasha suppresses a giggle. 

Jon keeps his head down, pen still moving across the paper in disjointed movements. “It was in fact a sneeze, yes. Happens to everyone from time to time, no need to make a big deal out of it. Now, I believe you were going to a cat and do- hiHh! rescue cafe?” 

The hitch manages to escape from Jon’s tight grip, his posture shuddering slightly with the force of continuing the sentence. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Martin that just the word dog seems to leave him breathless. 

“A dog cafe, yeah! You’re coming too, right boss? Come see all the adorable little puppies?” Tim offers, gesturing towards the door. Apparently it didn’t go unnoticed by him either. 

An audible gasp sounds out, and all eyes turn back to the rapidly hitching boss. Jon manages to stifle the first one almost silently, only a rush of breath escaping at the end. 

“Bless you, boss.” 

Jon waves a hand, wiping away the water beginning to flood his eyes. “Was just sihh… sighing, Tim.” He finishes the statement with another stifle, this time his whole body jerks along with the rough exhale.  

“Really? Because that sounded like another sneeze,” Tim taunts, poking a finger towards Jon’s face. “And given the way your nose is twitching, you seem far from done.” 

Jon seems to consider debating, but another frantic hitch decides it for him. Giving up the ruse, he ducks into his shoulder with another, “eh’tNGxt–uh! ih’NTchhuh!”  

“Bless yo-” 

“eH’DGZSHhh –uu!”  The volume makes everyone jump, seeming to surprise even Jon. 

“Oh- mby apologies, I seeb to be… hiehh–” Jon trails off, one hand frantically searching for a tissue, nose visibly trembling behind the other. In a move of uncharacteristic pity, Tim pushes the box within reach. Jon mumbles out a thank you, before swinging his chair around for a touch of privacy. 

The silence is almost deafening, cut up only by the rustling of fabric as Jon attempts to subdue the onslaught. “eh’nGNt –oo!” And fails miserably. 

“Do- maybe do you want… well possibly we should, actually I think you might- I mean he might want–” Desperately trying to find a way to fill the space, Martin rambles on, gaze bouncing between all three of his coworkers.

“Martin,” Jon cuts him off, “just say it.” 

The annoyance Martin’s come to expect seems unaffected by the breathy quality of Jon’s words. Unless you notice the flushed nature of his ears, which… is kinda hard to miss when his nose is starting to match. 

“S-sorry! I just figured you may want a touch of uh… privacy..? You seem… itchy,” Martin offers, already beginning to back out of the room. 

Jon glares, lining up a retort before pausing as the first syllable comes out muffled with congestion. A sharp sniff and quick rub later, he continues in an easier tone. “I’m quite alright. No need for such concerns.” 

“I mean- If… if you’re sure…” 

Tim interrupts this time, draping an arm across Martin’s back. “You heard the boss, he’s fine. Now, onto that cafe?” 

Before Martin can get a word out, Jon stands from his chair, dropping the tissues in the wastebasket next to his desk. Sasha chuckles out her approval, sticking her phone into a pocket and beginning to exit the office. Tim follows suit, leaving Martin standing alone with Jon. 

There’s a beat of silence, Martin watching, horrified, as his body refuses to move an inch, silently waiting for Jon’s approval. 

“Well?” 

It’s not exactly an invitation, but it’s more than enough to send Martin scrambling for the door, muttering more sheepish apologies under his breath. If Jon heard them, he gave no indication, busy rustling through a desk drawer. A few more muffled stifles make their way through the noise, no indication given they were heard either. 

As Martin makes it into the hallway, he catches Tim waving from the door. He’s propping it open with one foot as Sasha waits outside, once again on her phone. Martin waves back his acknowledgement, before gesturing towards the kitchen. Tim simply shrugs, calling something about ‘not waiting around’, before joining Sasha in the crisp autumn air. 

Making his way back to the kitchen, Martin pauses at Jon’s door. He’s not eavesdropping, just… listening in, to see if Jon’s alright. It’s his boss after all, and he’s an assistant! He’s supposed to… assist! Perfectly natural thing to do, isn’t it? 

A harsh double pulls him from his spiralling, Jon’s voice coming through audibly in the groan that follows. Alright, enough listening in, this is starting to feel more creepy than curious. 

With what little confidence he can muster, Martin works his way through his plan. The mugs are where they always are, but the water in the kettle was a bit more cold than a proper cup of tea would allow. Flipping the switch, Martin began heating it, and hurried out of the kitchen to his desk. He picks out a fairly bland tea, Jon seems the bland type… right? 

Another few sneezes sound out from the boss’s office, and Martin almost starts to feel guilty for still being in the office. It’s obvious Jon assumes he’s alone, if not from the sneezes themselves, from the groans that come after them. Ever the stickler for a Professional Appearance, he’d never allow himself to be seen or heard in such a state willingly. 

The kettle sounding pulls Martin from his thoughts once more, and he pours the water over the tea bag. Moving carefully, as not to spill, he makes his way back to Jon’s office, knocking softly on the door. 

“Yes?” The reply is sharp, a frantic sounding shuffling occurring as Martin begins to slide open the door. 

“Hey, yeah sorry I just- you sounded like… I just thought that maybe you’d want… you might need some…” 

“Spit it out, Martin,” Jon sighs, giving his nose a subtle swipe. Unfortunately for him, this seems to have been the wrong choice. His nose twitches, eyes beginning to unfocus, and Martin finds himself pausing for the interruption. At least, until Jon gestures at him to continue. 

“Well, I just ma-” 

“ih’tNGT–uu!” 

“Bless you. I just made you some tea, it seemed you cou-” 

“hHUh’dNT–uh!” There’s a pause, Jon’s breath catching dramatically, before he swivels around in the chair and aims a harsh, “eH’dZSHH– eih’DSCHhhh–oo!” at the fistful of tissues he managed to grab. 

It wasn’t exactly quiet, and Martin finds himself flinching against the noise, but holds it together as he places the mug on Jon’s desk, hurrying through the rest of his sentence. 

“Seemed you could use some tea, bless you again by the way, anyways I’m gonna head off with Sasha and Tim, I’ll see you there I guess! Or, well- not just me, we’ll all see you there, as a group, if you choose to come that is! Which of course you don’t have to, though we’d lik-” 

“Martdin,” Jon, mercifully, cuts him off, congestion seeping through his words. With a deep sigh, he finishes his sentence. “Thagnk you. You mbay go ndow.” 

Taking the out, Martin gives one last nervous smile, sliding out into the hallway. Another desperate sneeze leaves him wincing, Jon’s vocal groan sounding out yet again. The poor guy sounds miserable, and Martin almost considers going back in and telling him not to come. If he’s this bad from just the thought… well… 

But he’s embarrassed himself enough for the day, and, albeit hesitantly, Martin heads off to meet Tim and Sasha at the cafe.

[goldilocks-pony]

Dallas can speak some german because after his father abandoned him and left him to stay with his immigrant grandfather he wasnt good at english so dallas had to learn german to communicate. Each night they often would help eachother study their respective languages, and though he'll never admit it dallas treasured these moments because it felt like he had a decent father figure

[iwaasfairy]

so we all wanna see more uncle gojo huh

[chateautae]

hi everyone 🥺

[astrodances]

Olympics prompt

So I may end up regretting this, taking a long time, or maybe not even following through (fair warning XD), but I like learning about different Olympic sports, so, in an effort to do so, I thought of a prompt idea:

give me a character (or two) [for a fandom I know] + an Olympic sport, and I'll try to draw or write something for it! 😄⚽️🏊🏃🥇

[i-like-anything-water]

Prompt: Claire checking on Rae after her fight with Manaria.

The hallways of the dormitory were quiet as she walked towards the commoner's quarters. Claire clicks her tongue as she stops at a familiar door. Hesitantly, she raises her hand to knock.

Silence. She becomes slightly frustrated and prepares to knock again- louder this time.

As she raised her hand, the door suddenly opens with a poker faced Misha. "Miss Claire, what are you doing still up at this hour?"

Claire straightens her back, an uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach. "I came to check on the commoner. It would be irresponsible of me to not know the state of one of my personal servants."

Misha looks at her with an unreadable expression, "Rae is not here, Miss Claire."

"What?! Where is she? Does she not know her injuries are grave and need proper rest?"

"Miss Claire, Rae is perf-"

"That idiot! I should have had her stay with me instead. What foolishness has crossed her mind to even think about asking a duel from a quadro user? Stupid, stupid-"

"Foolishness like love. maybe?"

"Pardon?" If her voice had raised a pitch higher, Misha chose not to comment. Instead she gave the blonde a small smile but her eyes held an ounce of sympathy, "Perhaps you should go to bed, Miss Claire."

"Absolutely not! I demand to know the whereabouts of the commoner."

"She didn't tell me where," Misha replied, "only that should you come find her, you should not."

"And who is she to order me around?"

Misha chuckled, "Apparently not as much of a commoner with how insistent you are of her whereabouts."

"N-Nonesense, I am merely being a responsible-"

"Check the kitchen, Miss Claire. Relaire is not here as well. Perhaps they are cooking together."

"I see," Claire murmured and was about to turn around, "Thank you, Misha."

The white haired girl merely smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. She watches as the blonde noble turns a corner before shutting the door. Letting out a sigh, she watches her best friend breathe unevenly in her sleep. Bruises adorned her arms that even her water healing could not eradicate. It would take time.

Luckily, the sleeping spell made sure Rae couldn't hear Miss Claire's voice.

PS. Okay this is pretty far off from the prompt but i just let my hands do all the work. Thanks for the ask!

[astoundinglyhugespaceobject]

btsv speculation sillies pt. 1

if/when btsv comes out it would be so silly to see a brother dynamic between miles42 and miles1610 i just need them acting like siblings it would be so funny miles g can explain to 1610 what comic-con is and stop the confusion (while also having some slight awkwardness between 1610 miles and uncle aaron just because its like looking at a ghost basically and i dont believe it would be super duper completely casual, mostly just like random staring and parallels probably??? thatd be cool, also if prowler miles could have one scene making fun of miguel for tweaking thatd be silly)

(mostly a joke miguel stans do not come after me please the last part is a /lh 😨😨😨)

[patchwork-crow-writes]

49 - The Greatest Present

The holidays are here at last! A time to spend with family and friends, eating too much food and having fun with your new toys.

And yet... instead... here you are.

Appearing to me like an angel from above, a gift clutched tightly in your shivering hands. There's fresh snow on your hair, because you're too stubborn to wear a hat. It's bracingly cold upon my fingers as I brush it away, leaving glistening trails of cyan satin in its wake.

It's a beautiful gold locket you hand to me, and inside is a picture of your family from when you were young. Mom, dad, and brother too... they all look so happy there. And there I am, I realise, just peeking out from beneath your hair.

You help me put it on, fingers delicate as a cool breeze upon my neck. The metal rests gently against my heart, a cherished memory from a different time. I see you smile - such a rare treasure! - and something clicks. All at once I know - this is how it is supposed to be.

Your red eyes shine like warning lights as I approach. Our noses graze each other, as weightless as a snowflake... you do not back away. Vapour trails mingle between our open mouths, fingers meandering through each other's hair. Lips so hot, spiced like mulled wine, drinking in your kisses, a relentless blizzard that leaves me breathless. Hearts and bodies pulled together, as if magnetised.

Never did I dare to dream that you would choose this... choose me. At last, I am back where I've always belonged... your presence here is the greatest gift I could have ever asked for.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 49

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[thaliagrayce]

looking @ the jasico bingo challenge..... im not in a jasico mood but jasico nation is so nice to write for........ its been so long since ive written them.....

[seokmattchuus]

Kard jseph react to his s/o doing karaoke

A/n: I know it's been a hot minute since this came in, but I was trying to finish some WIPs like my life depended on it and said life was not trying to be saved. So, this got looked over and I'm sosososo sorry, please forgive me. I wasn't sure what direction to go with this, so I just made half of half of a drabble 💀 I hope it's not too far from what you were expecting <3

-

He definitely makes having a karaoke date his one birthday wish. No fancy dinner, no cake, no candles. Just karaoke. A simple man. The first handful of songs are more for fun, neither of you really singing seriously. Just enjoying each other's company. But at some point, the vibes change and there's cute little love songs and ballads. You're both swaying your phone flashlights and giving each other looks during certain lines.

After a while, one of you decide to pick the mood back up and he jokes about you singing a kard song and of course you're down because what kind of partner would you be if you didn't sing one of his songs?

He can't help but be captivated by the way you sing along to the song. From facial expressions to the way you danced along. He knew it wasn't your first time doing this and he couldn't help but think it's the cutest you'd ever been.

You were also too focused on the song that you missed him jumping in to sing along from his spot, not wanting to get in the way of your dance. He also makes a point to have karaoke nights more often.

[sesshy380]

Fuck, I want to write something so bad, but brain can no werd things in werd order to make non rambles.

[littleladymab]

i have fallen behind on drabbles..... don't even get me STARTED on oc kiss week drabbles.....

[iridescentis]

Ohhh I am sooo invested in them I have been thinking about them all day my angsty children <3333

A silly little idea I had yesterday has become this convoluted unrequited love story that has infected my brain - basically this is Val (Gastina kid) and Carene (Simbar kid), and Val has had a crush on Carene since they were kids. Carene doesn't feel the same but wants to "save him" since that's what Simón did for Ámbar (Carene has massive 'not-as-good-as-my-parents' anxiety). I needed angst for the story because that is my specialty and I figured it out literally just today and I love them.

I really want to write something for this AU but I don't have a coherent enough plot yet so expect a lot of rambling from me. This is what happens when I make OCs the fixation is festering

[sisterdivinium]

Just came across a newsletter thing for another fandom I am absolutely not a part of but I must say that I'm envious. Organised links to various fandom contributions in the form of short fic, long fic, images/videos/audio AND fandom discussions -- and there's a big handful of each and it's updated regularly and it's all recent stuff that covers different aspects of their fannish experience in different platforms.

Why can't we have that

[ghostwise]

Orzammar and the Deep Roads quests are some of my favorite bits in DAO... the worldbuilding is spectacular. Even small details like the differences in dialect (several dwarven characters will comment on the Warden's speech saying, "I do not know that word," or "that's a surfacer word..."), the Shaperate, the Provings, and the wholly unique worldview they have re the Stone and Paragons. Love it.