#mighty ducks scenarios

[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine when you and Charlie broke up months ago and but recently got back together and only the team knows and during lunch when you're sitting with the girls and Rick Riley comes over still trying to shoot his shot

[dreaming-of-lu]

I saw requests are open and I wanted to let you know that I really love your writing! Could you do First and/or Twilight with a reader who sings really well but is self conscious about it? Romantic if possible

I tried to do scenarios, but alas, my brain did not wanna work with that, so hope you don't mind hc's! I gotchu chief.

First

~~ Man, oh man, where do I begin with him? I like to think that their music wasn't really much big in lyrics. It's rare to hear to music with words so imagine his surprise when he heard you softly humming tune. Only for it to slowly grow to normal speaking range.

~~ He happens upon your little tunes while you were foraging. He heard a part, something about "In mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart." (King and Lionheart by of Monsters and Men)

~~ Not one to interrupt a peaceful air that surrounded your form. He instead, took careful watch behind a tree, closing his eyes, and listening to the serene song that flitted in one ear and out the other.

~~ He wasn't sure how much time had pass, but the shocked gasp had him up on his feet, hand on his sword and swiveling his head in panic.

~~ With no harm in sight, he breathes only to hear your squeak. He froze when his eyes came into contact with yours. Your voice cracked, "how long have you been standing there?" He duck his head with a sheepish smile, "your voice...it sounded lovely."

~~ He doesn't pressure you to sing to him, only whenever you feel comfortable to do so. Though, he does miss hearing your little hums and the different tunes your home made. It definitely sits in his mind to where he's humming it to himself.

~~ it's only when he had a nightmare of old memories that you sung to him in the shared inn bed quietly. He appreciates the distraction and he loves you for it even as you take a step out of your comfort zone. He cherishes the moments like those.

Twilight

~~ I like to think he loves the folk songs more than what others would actually think he would like. While yes, the bittersweet country tunes make him howl, but the folk songs got his heart swelling, foot tapping and swaying his head alongside to it.

~~ It's definitely a late night, he's on watch and you're up due to brain not wanting to knock out for the night. His ear twitches at the soft hums coming from you causing the stress from his shoulders to relax. He loves hearing your voice, even though he wish for you to get some sleep, the other side is definitely soothed that he's not the only one awake.

~~ He's multitasking! "Tossed his copper, and I watched as it fell, but there wasn't any water in the wishing well." (Wishing Well by The Oh Hellos)

~~ That song...is new... he loves the soft tune, so saccharine to his ears. While he doesn't know the lyrics, he follows along eagerly and sighs in bliss, "mighty tune there, darls."

~~ It stops and he freezes, thinking he said something wrong, he backtracks with a wince, "ah! sorry if I-" "How long have you-" "Til I heard you hummin'." "...want me to continue?" "...if you want to, sugar."

~~ The thought of you only singing just for him, only for his ears to hear, makes his heart flutter. He does the dreamy sigh and it got his ancestor wondering what got him all day dreaming. It's both of your shared secret, one that he cherishes.

~~ Would sing with you, but as you can tell, he's not really a pro at it so he'll let you do the singing. He'll hum along or to himself. Dancing while singing? a swing during a upbeat or a slow sway together on a slow one. Lullabies? when he's down, sick or has a nightmare, know just hearing your voice soothes him.

[satelitis]

⋆·˚ ༘ *— DUCKS FLY TOGETHER — random event.

guys im js bored, sick and deep in the darks and depths of the mighty ducks brainrot so here is an event!

please limit to one req per ask!!

please format your req like this (just an example):

꒰ WE WILL QUACK YOU ꒱ . . . send me a character and a scenario and i'll write some quick headcannons/ thoughts!!

hi can i get adam banks teaching you how to ice skate?

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˚ 🏒⋆.˚—.3.16 - 3.24

꒰ WE WILL QUACK YOU ꒱ . . . send me a character and a scenario and i'll write some quick headcannons/ thoughts!!

꒰ CAKE EATER ꒱ . . . give me a scenario/character and i'll make a short playlist based on it/them!!

꒰ GOLDBERG ꒱ . . . standard tumblr games!! (cmk, cym, wyr, etc!)

꒰ GOOD WORK, CAPTAIN DUCK ꒱ . . . youre turn!! send me thoughts about myself and a character!!

꒰ I WILL NOT QUACK AT THE PRINCIPAL ꒱ . . . give me a whose most ;likely to scenario and a fandom!!

꒰ SHRINKING SPHINCTER ꒱ . . . (moots only!) give me a fandom and i'll tell you which character you remind me of!

꒰ IM NO LADY, IM A DUCK ꒱ . . . i'll give you the first five songs that pop up when i shuffle my pain playlist!!

tagging mooties! : @spaceagebachelormann@spiderfunkz@ivyppoison@augustinapril@juneberrie@stvrlighttgabss@hibiscusol@masivechaos@faerieroyal @doyouknowwhoyouare13(sorry if i dont remember you all!)

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my lovelies! Since I've gotten zero bites for asks for my other non-KHR/K fandoms, I'm going to host a little special event before my box reopens (after I finish writing fic and have posts done for all my fandoms) and I have another big event! So, this is how it's going to work!

I have exactly 42 fandoms, if I'm counting right. Below you'll find all 42 fandoms listed. Under those fandoms, you'll find a list of 42 AU's. I'll accept 1 request per fandom and one request per AU. For example, if someone requests KHR and mermaids, for example, I'll cross out both KHR and Mermaids and neither the fandom nor the AU can be requested for anymore. It's first come, first serve and I'll do my best to keep the lists up-to-date with requests. This event will close when all prompts and fandoms are taken. You can just request a fandom or you can request a specific character or group of characters from the fandom and you can request a reader insert character as well. YOU CANNOT REQUEST SCENARIO OR HEADCANONS OR HOW EXACTLY THE PROMPT WILL BE WRITTEN OR INTERPRETED, UNLESS STATED. That will be left up to the admin and what ideas I have, honestly. Any questions, feel free to inbox me! Without further ado!

FANDOMS

KHR

K PROJECT

NANBAKA

WELCOME TO DEMON SCHOOL, IRUMA-KUN!

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

SERVAMP

SAIYUKI

MYSTIC MESSENGER

IKEREV

EYESHIELD 21

THE OUTSIDERS

RONIN WARRIORS

KEKKAISHI

GETBACKERS

BLUSH BLUSH

CLASS OF THE TITANS

DISNEY'S ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN

DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE

BLACK CAT

HUNTER X HUNTER

KARNEVAL

THE ROYAL TUTOR

GANGSTA.

PSYCHO-PASS

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

THE COVENANT

DATE WARP

SEDUCE ME THE OTOME

POWER RANGERS MYSTIC FORCE

POWER RANGERS JUNGLE FURY

POWER RANGER NINJA STORM

BLEACH

NARUTO

HARRY POTTER

AO NO EXORCIST

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

DEADMAN WONDERLAND

DURARARA!!!

SKY HIGH

HOLES

YU YU HAKUSHO

GINTAMA

AU'S

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

COFFEE SHOP

ROYALTY

BOARDING SCHOOL

HOGWARTS

SOULMATE (YOUR CHOICE OR LEAVE IT TO ADMIN)

VAMPIRE

WEREWOLVES

AMNESIA

ANGELS & DEMONS

ANIMAL SHELTER

DETECTIVES/BUDDY COPS

SUPERNATURAL DETECTIVE

PARANORMAL

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

RETAIL WORKERS

PARAMEDICS/DOCTORS/NURSES

MODERN DAY

SENT TO THE PAST/SET IN ANOTHER DECADE (YOUR CHOICE OR LEAVE IT TO ADMIN)

ASSASSINS/NINJAS

SUPER SPIES

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

CHILDHOOD/ELEMENTARY SCHOOL (YOUR CHOICE)

HIGH SCHOOL

OLD AGE HOME/RETIREMENT COMMUNITY

PERCY JACKSON

BABYSITTER

BATTLE ROYALE/HUNGER GAMES

PRISON

PIRATE

CIRCUS/FREAKSHOW

DELIVERY PERSON

FAIRY TALES

PRETEND DATING

HAUNTED HOUSE

HAREM/REVERSE HAREM

MERMAID

MASTER/SLAVE

HOST CLUB

MAFIA

MAGICAL GIRL/BOY

DUNGEONS & DRAGONS

[that-glitter-chick]

Mighty Ducks the Animated Series Headcanons

GOOD GUYS

Wildwing: Bi, Aromatic. Type, Canard & Tanya. His heart belongs to his childhood best friend Canard, but I think Tanya could’ve made him happy too, if you want to go that route.

Canard: Gay. Type, Wildwing. It’s always been Wildwing. He thinks he’s being subtle but everyone can see it, except Wildwing of course.🙄😑🤷🏻‍♀️

Nosedive: Straight, but open minded if the right guy came along. Type, he thinks it’s “gorgeous and sexy” (typical teenage boy), but it’s really “fun and quirky”. So basically thinks it’s Lucretia when it’s actually Tanya lol. For guys, someone caring and wise like Duke or Grin, but they’re too old for him, so they’re just friends.

Duke: Pan with a female preference. I blame Falcone for scaring him emotionally and making him hesitant to try men again. He is a little attracted to Wildwing but there’s the age difference and the whole he’s the leader thing, it’d be too much drama.

Tanya: Same scenario as Duke, Pan with a preference for males, because Lucretia messed with her head and heart so badly in the past. She keeps herself busy so she has an excuse not to try again.

Grin: Ace. Ace-est of the Ace. King of Aces. Ace-Zilla. Mountain of Ace. You get the idea.

Mallory: Straight as she shoots. I like to think she had a little crush on Canard back in the day but it was really just misinterpreted respect and admiration. She’s subconsciously attracted to “bad boys” (*cough*Duke*cough*).

Thrash: Pan, Asexual. In a polygamist relationship with his two roommates, one guy and one gal.

Mookie: Lesbian with a steady live-in girlfriend she’s been dating since Junior High. If they ever broke up, Mookie would ugly-cry.

Phil: Closet Gay. Not even the Ducks know. He dates but only when out of town and eventually all his relationships end sadly, because of his unwillingness to be open about them. He’s worried being outed will ruin his business aspersions (keep in mind, the show was set in mid to late nineties after all, things were even harder for the LGBTQA+ community back then, especially in California).

Captain Kleghorn: Straight, widower turned voluntary bachelor. He has lady friends he invites to important events and goes dancing with, but it’s very clearly a “just as friends” thing for lonely seniors.

BAD GUYS

Lucretia: Lesbian, but knows she’s extremely attractive to most people with an interest in females and uses it to her full advantage. Seduces for fun and/or profit. Curses herself for actually falling for Tanya, because that ship has not only sailed, it sank a LONG time ago.

Falcone: The term “Disaster Gay” looks like a tailored made suit on this fella. He’s still down to F, but Duke ain’t stupid. Not happening, nope!

Dragonus: Gay. I mean, come on! Tim Curry is his voice actor, that accent is too delicious to waste on Heterosexuality lol. Dragonus was extremely popular on his homeworld but his egotism and violent streak ruined all his relationships.

Wrath: Ace by choice. Tony Jay made him sound just so done with the universe in general lol! I headcannon that Wrath is so old, he’s seen and done everything and has better things to do with his time than date.

Chameleon: Pan. I tend to think all shapeshifters are Pan. I mean, when you literally can become ANYTHING… 🤷🏻‍♀️ I like to think he has a little crush on Siege, but the big bulldozer is too stupid to notice, and Chameleon is ok with that.

Siege: Straight, but he’s an idiot, so he’s got no game.😛

SHIPS

Wildwing/Canard. They’ve been in love since they were Ducklings, but both we’re afraid of ruining their friendship, so they dated other people. Eventually they got themselves in a row (get it? Because they’re Ducks? 🦆😜) and end up together. No one is surprised.🙄😑😅 Ship names preference is Team Captains, but I also like Leadership, always was a sucker for a good pun.😁👍🏼

Nosedive/Tanya: No one saw this coming, not even them, but it oddly works so well for them. Like an opposites attract kind of thing. Grin calls it “Karmic Convergence”, which makes protective big brother Wildwing very uncomfortable lol! 😅 Duke and Mallory are also protective of Tanya, whom Duke thinks of as a little sister and Mal as her best friend, so there’s a lot of “Shovel Talking” going on at first. Grin and Canard just try to stay out of it but privately approve of how the couple balance each other out. I’ve never heard a ship name for them, so I’m inventing VanderFlash, a combo of their family names, Vanderflock and Flashblade. It just sounds cool.🤷🏻‍♀️😅

Duke/Mallory: Blatant “Hostility is actually Mutual Reluctant Attraction” if I ever saw it. Practically canon. They, like Nosedive and Tanya, are opposites who attract, except Duke and Mal are chaotic lol! Again, I can’t recall any ship names. Please educate me if you know any really good ones💜😊😘

[ironfoot-mothafocka]

The earth wakes

Celebrimbor discovers that the earth isn’t always silent, and learns secrets of stone in the midst of a disaster.

Celebrimbor and Narvi, pre-slash. No warnings. I’m feeling a kinda way about these two. Descriptions of stonesense heavily inspired by @porphyriosao3's fanfiction Shadow of the Mines, which you can read here.

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The first Celebrimbor knew of the earthquake was a slight tremor at the tips of his toes. He shifted and looked around; none of the other dwarves at the meeting seemed concerned. To the elf, it felt as though a heavy cart was speeding downhill — not an uncommon scenario in the smithing and crafting district of Moria, where deliveries of ore and metal were made every day, but it was still uncomfortable. He shook his head and peered at the plan Narvi had handed to him for his commentary.  “An excellent suggestion, Chief Ivrin,” he replied to a comment he had half-heard the Chief Silversmith say, “it would be best to—”  The rumble was inescapable, loud enough that it made his ears twitch involuntarily. Automatically his eyes sought Narvi’s. He was his guide and confidant for all things dwarvish — a source of constant reassurance since they had first met a month ago. However, Narvi was already looking at him, and his own eyes were as wide as platters. 

The floor was shaking — there was no mistaking it. Dwarves dashed for the door, leaving everything behind them, and Celebrimbor spun around, shouting out in confusion.  “WHAT—”  A hand gripped his and in the tumult erupting around him, Celebrimbor felt himself pulled along by Narvi’s inexorable force. The dwarf had the strongest grip the elf had come across, vice-like fingers attached to wiry, lean muscled forearms. The earth lurched again, a tremendous roaring pressing into his eardrums so forcefully that he thought his skull would split.  Just hold on, just hold on to Narvi.  For a reason that baffled him, he knew deep in the pit of his stomach that if he only managed to keep hold of the dwarf — if the dwarf kept hold of him — that he would survive whatever this was. 

Together, they stumbled out of the work hall and into the street outside. Dwarves were scattering in front of Celebrimbor like animals fleeing from a wildfire — ducking into passages, pressing into alcoves, or hunkering down under the stone awnings of buildings. Behind him, the elf heard a mighty crunch and crack, and turned around for a moment to find dust engulfing the entrance of the hall in which they had stood just a second before.  It is here that it ends, he thought calmly. First Beleriand was reclaimed by the sea, and now… now it is time for all to rip asunder. He was beginning to enjoy his time in Eregion. If only he’d had a little more of it. 

His fingers went to flex around Narvi’s again — and then with a horrifying realisation, he raised them to his face. His now empty hand was coated with a white powder flecked with blood from deep grazes across his knuckles, and instead of being on his feet, he was on all fours on the floor. Somehow, he had fallen across a slab of plaster and not noticed it in the commotion of the world around him groaning and heaving. He brushed his palm across his temple and felt warm liquid trickling down the back of his neck, his ears ringing like he’d stuck his head in a bell and a mighty hammer had crashed into it.  “NARVI!” he screamed. He hadn’t screamed in fear for centuries upon centuries, but his one light in this darkness was somewhere else and he felt his spirit cry out in anguish, as though he had been tipped from a ship in the middle of a storm.  A pair of boots suddenly became visible in the swirling, white dust in front of his face, and then hands hauled him up by the shoulders to his knees.  “Come on,” Narvi growled, his lips pressing into his ear.  And then all was silent. The swaying ceased to first a bump, and then a shudder, and then a rolling, faint buzz drifting away through the layers of stone. The earth lay still, and Celebrimbor breathed again. 

Familiar callouses brushed past his cheeks as Narvi wiped him down. He felt his hair sticking up at odd angles and his nostrils were caked in debris. He coughed, and huffs of crumbled stone puffed from his mouth.  “Narvi,” he said again. He was there, in front of him, alive.  “Come,” the dwarf said more gently this time, “place your hand on my shoulder.” As carefully as a mountain goat picking its way across a boulder field, Celebrimbor followed Narvi’s steps. Slabs of masonry had fallen into the street and several deep fissures spidered across the walls, splitting mosaic that decorated some of the wider passageways and bursting open roads like an overstuffed sausage. Everything that had been bolted or screwed on to something else appeared to have survived, but carts lay upended, wares from shops spilled and broken, glass lamps had shattered where they crashed to the floor. Every so often, Narvi would jerk him hard and they would swerve out of the path of a small rock tumbling from somewhere far above them, which only the dwarf could sense coming. Though the shaking had subsided, Celebrimbor still felt all his muscles tense, as though expecting another hit. Was it truly over? 

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Celebrimbor gratefully took the herbal tea and sipped it. Though on principle he still hated being encased in layers of rock, in Narvi’s home he felt safe. It was like a cocoon, built from warm-coloured, banded stone, with soft lights and deep, plush furniture. It was strange — Narvi’s home in another part of Moria was almost completely untouched, and yet he’d heard of two districts that were now reduced to rubble.  “You’ve been alive since the dawn of time, and you have never come across an earthquake?”  Celebrimbor wrinkled his nose at the slight, but thought it would seem too much like nitpicking to instruct Narvi on his true age and the early Years of the world. But no — now that he came to think about it, he hadn’t heard that the earth simply decided to shake for no reason.  “Not like this, my friend. There was the sinking of Beleriand, though that was preceded by many years of hard war. Such mystical movements of the earth I have experienced, either by powerful sorcery or the hand of the gods. You are telling me that an earthquake happens… because stone just does that sometimes?”  Narvi smiled sadly. Deep rings had formed under his eyes and his fingers kept pulling at his beard in stress. He would take responsibility for much of the re-building of the most badly hit areas of the kingdom, and it would push the door project back several months — perhaps even years. The smithies and the forges had suffered the worst, and multiple supply lines from the lower mines had been completely ruined. The elves could lend their assistance, of course, but the powerhouse of Eregion was Moria, an unbridled source of wealth and skill. 

Celebrimbor swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat as he watched Narvi stir sugar into his tea, his jaw muscle twitching. How could be explain to the dwarf that he, too, grieved for this destruction of the heart of Moria — its great network of workrooms containing inventions Celebrimbor had never encountered before, which aided in the creation of wondrous things? Or the now broken and ruined feats of engineering that had taken a generation to build and to perfect, or the ancient architecture whose secrets were lost?  “Thank you for saving me,” he muttered quietly. “I feared I might die.” It was all he could say at the moment. Perhaps in time his tongue would learn the words in khuzdul to tell of his hurt and his gratitude. The dwarf glanced over and blew across his hot tea, and then shook his head.  “No. I wouldn’t let that happen to you. Not even if I had to dig you out of a pile of stone myself and carry you to the Temple to haggle for your life back.” He followed this with a bark of laughter, but his face fell silent and his eyes darkened. Celebrimbor knew he was serious and bowed his head, suddenly embarrassed that he had elicited that emotion from the dwarf — from himself.

They sat in comfortable quiet for a long time, and Celebrimbor nibbled at a sweet confection covered in powdered sugar. Sugar — that was what Narvi had said cured shock. He bartered for it directly from the East, where his homeland was. The sugar plantations of Ghomal — green, lush, where it was said you could gnaw into a cane and suck out the sweet juice — that was a sight that Celebrimbor wanted to see. He allowed his mind to take him there, transported on the backs of Narvi’s stories about the Red Mountains. Snatches of description that Celebrimbor had been captivated by melded into images that took him away from the darkness of Moria: high peaked mountains overseeing vast deserts, which came alive with chirping insects and fresh rain in spectacular purple twilights; the glittering Eastern Strait, a sea hiding unknown depths and stretching off to hidden islands; the maze of bustling markets in Narvi’s birthplace of Nazbukhrin, with high, vaulted ceilings to rival Moria’s and its entrance opening onto a shady bay clustered with dwarf ships. 

Some day, he vowed, he would go there with Narvi. He would explore the bounty that Middle-Earth had to offer.  “Where are you, Celebrimbor?”  The elf’s eyes snapped open — he hadn’t realised how tight he’d shut them and black spots danced in his vision.  “In the Orocarni,” he said truthfully, “in your homeland — it is a beautiful place, from what you have shared with me.” Narvi’s mouth opened in surprise but not displeasure. He raised his teacup to the elf in a toast, and Celebrimbor drunk.  “What I wouldn’t give to be home,” Narvi said. Celebrimbor nodded. “But, we all need to confront the reality of the world sometimes.” The master smith patted Celebrimbor’s leg and leaned in close, his elbows on his knees. He looked like an old raven, his eyes glittering in the low light.  “The dwarves have stories about times when the earth moves,” he began slowly. “Mahal created all rock and stone, formed it out of the same thing the dwarves are fashioned of. We are one and the same, in a sense, and all dwarves can sense the movements of deep earth. Like a body, then, the earth sleeps—” Narvi tapped his bare foot against the cold floor beneath him, “but it sleeps for hundreds, thousands of years. And then, as all bodies have to do at some point, it wakes. Only for a minute or two, but the dwarves can tell when it is about to stretch, to shake itself off, and to rise.”  Narvi studied Celebrimbor curiously for a moment, and seemed to be selecting his words carefully. “Men would have only noticed something was happening until they’d been knocked onto their arses or their bookcase had fallen on their heads. But you have more than a touch of dwarf about you; you feel the stone keenly.”  Celebrimbor smiled — it was not the first time the dwarf had suggested he had more than elf-blood in him. “Elves and dwarves are kindred spirits in that sense; we have a strong connection to the earth, and can sense when it wants to shake itself off like a wet dog come in from a rainstorm!”  “But,” challenged Narvi, “are not elves more to do with growing stuff of the earth — alive stuff: the plants, the trees, the grass, the…” Narvi trailed off, apparently out of ‘alive stuff’ to list.  “Are rocks not living? Do you, dwarf, not feel the heartbeat of stone: to seek out a seam of ore deep underfoot as though it was a deer sprinting through dense forest; to understand what the shape and sound of rock formations tell you, reading land as a hunter reads tracks?” Celebrimbor’s own voice faltered. Where had that come from? It was true, he knew it from overhearing Narvi speak about his craft, from what he’d seen down in the mines on his tours of Moria — but he hadn’t realised he’d taken it to heart.  “Or am I wrong?” he added swiftly, feeling his face flush. He hadn’t meant to be so presumptuous.  “No,” Narvi said, inhaling deeply, “I… I never thought an elf could. Well, at least you seem to understand it.”  “Not all elves do,” replied Celebrimbor. “No, they do not.” 

After a moment, Celebrimbor cleared his throat. He could sense Narvi had drifted off into a web of his own thoughts, a trait that Celebrimbor mirrored. “The earth stretches, then, as I would after sleep. Can dwarves predict when this will happen far into the future?”  Narvi blinked and looked around, settling himself back against his chair. He swigged from the cold cup, but grimaced at the bitterness of the brew and set it aside. “Some gifted with exceptional stonesense can predict these movements months before, noticing small fluctuations of the rock’s natural temperament. There are even those among us who are blessed in the interpretation of dreams and natural omens. Some seers who have visions bond with the stone and can feel out the earth’s mind before even the earth decides it will wake, but this is very rare. Though the earth does what it wills and its rising can take even the most skilled unawares. However…” Narvi hesitated and his eyes narrowed, “I know some of what it feels like.” Again, he appraised the elf. By dwarf standards their friendship was in its infancy, and Celebrimbor supposed he was gauging how much of his people’s secrets he should impart.  “I would learn, if you would teach,” said Celebrimbor. Narvi nodded and tipped the rest of the tea into Celebrimbor’s cup, motioning for him to drink.  “A tension, from your fingertips down through your feet and into the rock below. Some Men I have worked with call it ‘premonition’, though it runs deeper than mere feeling. Our stonesense is blood-borne, something all dwarves carry since birth. I have experienced it before, and miners know it well: it is what helps us avoid pockets of gas during tunneling. The feeling when you walk into a room and the conversation stops, and you feel… uneasy. The eve of before a battle, the slowing of time before something horrible happens, and you can do nought but watch the situation unfold. Something like that. I felt it just before the quake, softly at first, but then with an urgency I had never felt before. I could taste the fresh, mineral scent on my tongue, too, as if I had walked into an unopened chamber underground, newly discovered. The earth opening up as it hadn’t done for thousands of years, millenia-old rock cracking and pushing upwards to greet us.”  Celebrimbor laughed and then bit his tongue. “I mean no offence,” he said swiftly, noticing the wounded look Narvi gave him, “it is just… ‘greet’ is an interesting choice of word. I would wish the earth greet a little more gently next time. I might not live through another handshake.”  Narvi’s expression softened. “I have no ill-will towards the stone. We are the ones who chose to build inside a mountain. It awakens when it pleases, and if it disrupts our delving, we have only ourselves to blame.” 

Something about this put Celebrimbor’s heart at ease. This was just another part of the unruly earth that could not be tamed — like the coming of a blizzard or the forming of a hurricane. No dark power had come over the land, and no god invoked wrath upon the citizens of Moria. It was terrifying, but awe-inspiring to be reminded of the power the earth had over its inhabitants at all times.  “You move me with your words, Narvi. And I agree with you. Who are we but travellers through this world — whereas the rock beneath our feet is eternal?” 

Wounds would heal. Celebrimbor’s clothes had been washed and his hair untangled. Stone could be mended. Buildings constructed stronger. Narvi was right: there was no point in hiding from this, or wishing yourself away to the other side of Middle-Earth. Celebrimbor had thrown in his lot with these dwarves, and if it took him braving underground tempests… well, he might as well get on with it, as Narvi would say. 

[lunarfleur]

Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things!

I haven’t written anything in WAY TOO LONG! I’m overdue, so I decided to start a short event to help me ease my way back into writing!

🍪- send in a character (from any fandom) and a scenario (can be however specific or vague you want it) and I���ll write you a little blurb!

🍩-Tumblr Games! can be anything: Cast Your Mutuals, Kiss Marry Kill (with characters only), or anything you can come up with!

🍭-send in facts about yourself and choose a fandom and I’ll ship a character with you and write a little blurb about it! (Credit to @sluggmuffin for the idea!)

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Taglist: @juneberrie @sophie-i-guess13 @sparklenarniawizard @whyareyouhere66 @sluggmuffin @ilovejoekeeryy @collieflower215

Fandoms:

The Outsiders

The Mighty Ducks

Wednesday

Newsies

The Black Phone

[balladofbeasts]

Name: Duques “Duke” L'Orange Species: Alien Anthropomorphic Duck Eyes: Honey Brown, although the one concealed by his eyepatch is red. Height: 5’ 10" Weight: 185 lb MBTI: ESFP

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Personality: Bold, brave, and chivalrous. Observant, affectionate, and interested in unfamiliar things as well as classics that’ll never get old. Level-headed, protective, assuring and supportive. His wit and openness make him rather good with people, and he enjoys causing others to smile or laugh. Despite his attitude and confidence, Duke is more emotionally sensitive than his relaxed nature usually suggests, and certain things can offend him easily. He’s sensitive to others’ emotions as well, which sometimes affects the judgement of his actions (whether this is a good or bad thing depends on the situation). For him, it’s rarely a bad time to make a wisecrack, even in threatening situations, in an effort to keep up spirits and hope. Although conscious of his appearance and taking care of it, from feathers to attire, he does not usually act too egotistical.

Relatives: Celestyna (mother), others statuses are unknown, including Lance (father)

A few other things:

He’s agile and acrobatic, an amazing swordsman, and possesses various ‘thief’ skills, such as lockpicking, safe cracking, stealth, etc.

My singing voice claim for him is Nick Cordero, and here is an example of his work.

{ VERSES }

He’s got style, he’s got grace, he’s a duck from outer space. Default, Show-Based Background. Posts for this verse will be untagged.

Duques L'Orange is a member of the Mighty Ducks team, although few actually know his first name– he is far more commonly known as and calls himself Duke. Like the rest of the Mighty Ducks, he is from Puckworld, but currently living in Anaheim, California after arriving on Earth in pursuit of Lord Dragaunus’ ship. Duke along with the rest of the Mighty Ducks defend Earth from Dragaunus’ attempts to take over, as well as other threats to humans, whether alien or not. They are rather famous for their heroism and for playing professional hockey; Duke’s number is 13 and he plays center (offense).

In the past, Duke was a jewel thief, the most famous in Puckworld, and leader of a gang called the Brotherhood of the Blade. After Dragaunus invaded and became the tyrannical ruler of Puckworld, however, he joined the underground resistance against him. He switched from stealing jewels to stealing food and other necessities for the enslaved people of his world, causing havoc/destroying Dragaunus’ forces in the process. His loyalty and honesty has been questioned from time to time because of his past, but he has always proven that he has indeed gone straight, and his experience and skills are used for the good of his team.

Toon variation: Considering the show breaks the fourth wall often, I do not feel the need to tag posts set in the more Roger Rabbit type scenario.

Duke is still part of the Mighty Ducks Hockey Team and plays by human physics, as he was of later design and does not have the same extent of classic flexibility and immunity as older Cartoons. He also still helps some of the other ‘good guy’ Toons from time to time. Other than that, he sometimes assists in choreographing fencing scenes for films, and gives lessons in agility and swordplay to those who have an genuine desire to learn.

[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine when you and Adam when he becomes distant after joining the varsity team, so you decided to break up and over the months you and Charlie started going out and now Adam regrets everything

[corner-stories]

looking respectfully

Rick Tyler. Pieter Cross. Karen Starr. Jesse Chambers.

Pool Parties. Rubber Duck Speedos. Wet Shirts.

1282 words.

(ao3.)

Out of all the events held by the Justice Society of America, the third ever JSA-sanctioned pool party was certainly one of the most casual. 

Not every team member could attend, but those who could were certainly enjoying an afternoon by the brownstone’s pool. 

Rick, Grant, Sonia, Jennie, and Jakeem had claimed half the pool for a game of Marco Polo. Despite the screaming that ensued whenever the person who was “it” had tagged another, there was no doubt that all parties were having a good time.

The other side was both occupied by Nate and the little Heywoods, as well as Maxine, Courtney, and Jennifer. Nate kept an eye on his numerous young cousins, as per usual, while Maxine and Courtney played a game of water volleyball with Jennifer on the pool deck. It seemed that the blonde and redhead absolutely refused to let Jen feel left out, a notion that ended up bringing a smile to the young girl’s face. 

In one corner of the room were some of the older members of the Society, as well as a few younger ones. While Alan was absent, Todd and Al seemed rather comfortable chatting with Jay and Ted on some sunlounges. On Jay’s lap was the youngest and newest member of the Speedster clan, as little eight month old Johnny Tyler sat happily on the knee of his Grampa Jay. 

In the other corner of the room sat a pair of older blondes on two sun lounges. Karen laid comfortably in a beam of sunlight shining through the window, absorbing energy while she worked on her tan. Beside her was Jesse, sporting a rather large sun hat as she read a rather large book. Between the two blondes was a table holding a jug of sweet lemonade, courtesy of Ma Hunkel. 

Just as Rick managed to tag Jennie in a corner of the swimming pool, he looked over to the deck to see two more JSA members walking through the doorway.

Michael and Pieter entered the room side by side, both clad in swimwear of their preferred color. Michael was relaxed as he stepped through, whereas Pieter held himself with a timid demeanor. It was the first time Pieter had attended one of the team’s social outings, which explained why he looked rather uneasy as he surveyed the area. He was clearly more comfortable in an operating room than a pool party — additionally, as the former scenario usually didn’t involve him exposing his shapely legs in a pair of short swim trunks. 

Eyeing the pair, Rick swam to the pool’s edge and climbed out. Despite being dripping wet, gloriously shirtless, and sporting a pair of swim briefs with rubber ducks on it, he approached both Michael and Pieter as if it was just another day. 

“Hey, Doc! You made it!” Rick greeted with a friendly grin. 

“Indeed, I have,” Pieter spoke, doing his best to not seem too nervous. He looked down to his legs, which seemed to be in the running for the palest stems in New York. “Though, some parts of me don’t see the sun that often.”

Michael stifled a polite laugh as Rick chuckled. 

“Don’t worry about it,” the Man of the Hour assured with a grin. “We’re glad you’re here. Hey, can I borrow your phone real quick?”

Pieter nodded and pulled his smartphone out of his shirt pocket. “Sure, what for?”

With his driest hand, Rick took the device out of the doctor’s grasp and gave a confident, mischievous smirk. “Oh, nothing.” 

With haste, Rick tossed Pieter’s phone aside where it landed safely on an unoccupied sunlounge. Then with even more haste, Rick leaned down and lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Pieter’s torso and lifting the doctor over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

Michael grinned in amusement as he witnessed his best friend being carried by the Justice Society’s designated himbo, watching as Rick lifted Pieter across the pool deck and towards the water’s edge. With a mighty leap, Rick launched himself and the good doctor towards the water, where they landed with a splash.

A good chunk of the Justice Society watched as the two disappeared into the water, some laughing along and others watching in shock. When the pair surfaced, Rick’s mischievous grin persisted while Pieter seemed bemused, much to the surprise of everyone else.

“GRANT, LOOK! I DID IT!” Rick yelled across the room. “TWENTY BUCKS FOR THIS, THE OTHER TWENTY FOR WEARING THE RUBBER DUCK SPEEDO! YOU PROMISED!”

On the other side of the pool sat Grant at the edge with his feet in the water. He made a gesture towards Rick, one that involved holding up the single, most expressive finger on his right hand. Rick could only laugh in response. 

“I’m glad someone finds me funny,” said Pieter in a dry, yet humorous tone. He adjusted the tinted goggles strapped onto his face as he made his way to the edge of the water. “But I expect a cut of that twenty.” 

Rick patted his teammate on the shoulder. “Whatever you say, Doc.” 

Unsurprisingly, Pieter was sopping wet as he pulled himself out of his pool. His white button-up had been rendered translucent in the water, it clung to his chest as he made his way to where his phone had been tossed. As Pieter undid the buttons, it seemed that Rick’s playful stunt wasn’t the only thing that had garnered the attention of certain JSA members. 

From where she was sitting, Jesse looked up from her book and towards the person she was sharing the space with. Karen had taken a break from sunbathing/recharging to glance towards the cute Norwegian doctor in the wet shirt.  

Jesse looked over to her teammate and smirked. “It’s impolite to stare, Karen.” 

“I’m not staring,” the Kryptonian insisted, lowering her sunglasses to better take in the view. “I’m looking respectfully.”

Jesse rolled her eyes, yet looked over just in time to see Pieter pulling the wet shirt off his torso. 

To the surprise of no one, Pieter was as muscled as most people without super strength. It was clear that his numerous training sessions with both Ted and Michael were paying off. Even with the scarring on skin — a given for most heroes without enhanced durability — he still looked quite handsome. His back and shoulder muscles were certainly swoon-worthy.

“Canary said he used to be a gymnast,” Karen mused. When she finally took her eyes off the display of eye candy, a pleased smile had come upon her face. “Though, I didn’t expect him to be that hairless…”

Jesse refocused on her book. “It’s still impolite.” 

“You’re one to talk,” Karen pointed out in a snarky tone. With her index finger she pushed her sunglasses back over her eyes, then gave her teammate another proud smirk. “I see you looking at Rick.” 

“That’s different — we’re married,” Jesse explained. 

With that said, she looked over to the poolside again, spotting her husband sitting on the edge. Rick was watching his teammates taking turns on the diving board, cheering as Sonia performed an award-winning pike back into the water. 

Despite his dependence on Miraclo, Rick kept himself in top shape, sporting a physique that could keep him alive even if his hour ran out. His chest in particular was well-sculpted and toned, so much so that Rick could give Hawkman a run for his money. 

As Jesse looked back to her book, a knowing smile came upon her face.

“...and he likes it when I look at him,” she told Karen as she turned her page. 

Karen rolled her eyes as she relaxed back on her sunlounge. “Oh, I can tell.” 

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Ight so, I had to throw something down for this, I had too, I changed the scenario just a tad bit but hopefully this fufills some of the vibes for this awesome call for Duke Tropes!

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" I've got eyes on Duke, he's heading up fifth towards the Narrows, I'm in pursuit."

" Copy. He scares easily and has a negative reaction to vigilantes, be careful Red Robin"

" Gotcha, I'll be gentle, dropping in now!"

Tim had been halfway to metrpolis when he got the ping on his communicator, a little red bat icon that signaled ALL HANDS ON DECK ASAP!

He'd been more then a little annoyed that he couldn't leave Gotham for 20 minutes without it falling apart but bats gotta do what a bats gotta do. So he'd shouted a quick apology to Kon, via the wind, and counted on super hearing to make him seem like less of a flake, before making a totally legal U-turn and speeding back.

When Tim hit Comms range he'd been filled in on the situation pretty quickly, as Batman forgot to turn off his mic and the All Comms channel got an earful of a very tiny voice yelling at him and nightwing to stay away

" Is that Duke?" Tim had asked, shocked to recognize the familiar lilts of his brothers voice so much younger, and squeakier.

" He got hit with something on his patrol earlier. We didn't even know it had happened till Alfred caught him sneaking out through the front door on cams all minified!" Dick said as the background of his transmission filled with rushing air. He was probably doing some stupid cool parkour that Tim totally wouldn't practice in secret later, totally.

" Typical Wayne family behavior if you ask me" Jason chimed in, an all bats alert really did mean all bats even the hooded ones who never came home for dinner. " Solo patrolling, hiding injuries, running away from Bruce, a right of passage really"

" No chatter on comms" Came Bruce's harsh growl.

Tim rolled his eyes as he grappled over the city, he was closing in on there location but the little yellow blip of Dukes tracker was moving in his direction. He could cut him off at the pass just before he hit the narrows.

Like a compass pointing due north Duke was heading home and Tim didn't want to know what would happen if he got there and saw it was gone.

God, if Duke really was as little as he sounded then his parents would still be alive he would be just a regular kid. A regular kid being chased by strangers in kevlar, yeah not fun.

" I can get to him faster. I'll engage from the front you guys flank me"

Three voices answered a quick "copy" and Tim took off.

Now he was here, perched on the edge of a building next to an alley about two blocks from Dukes old house. He'd managed to get ahead of his very little, oh my gosh so tiny! brother and watched as a loud noise from across the street sent him ducking into the alley.

Duke quickly found a place to hide, plastering himself against the side of dumpster and out of view of the street. His breathing was fast, little chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his energy. Duke really had given Jason, Dick, and Bruce a run for their money and Tim had no doubt the adrenaline was just about starting to wear off.

With a roll of his shoulders Tim did his best to silently shimmy down the side of the building and land gently on a fire escape near the dumpster. Unfortunately it gave a mighty groan under his weight, which jeez if Tim was too heavy for this thing there's no way it was up to code, and Duke looking up in a panic.

With his meta ability Duke had the uncanny ability to see extremely well in the dark, he'd explained how it worked to Tim once, something about his eyes naturally bending the light around darkened objects and how it was super helpful when he was on the night shift. It also meant that little Duke immediately caught sight of Tim and wedged himself as far between the dumpster and the wall next to him as he could.

" Go away!" Duke shouted, voice shaking as he did so. He sounded close to tears, this had been no doubt the most overwhelming night of his life he looked all of 8. " Go away, all of you! I didn't do anything wrong you can't chase me!"

Tim hurriedly stepped out of the half shadow crouch he'd assumed on the fire escape and into the meager light of the alley with his hands raised in surrender.

" Woah woah woah, it's ok, you're ok, I'm not trying to hurt you kiddo I'm just tryna get you home."

" I don't need your help getting home!" Duke cried " I know how to get there all on my own!"

Tim winced his chest pinching at the sound of his brother's voice breaking, ugh traumatizing this Tiny baby Duke was not good for his heart.

" I bet you do, you're a really smart kid Duke"

Duke tensed against the dumpster where he was hiding his face.

" How do you... know my name?"

Tim blinked, shit. " Uh- well somebody once said robin was magic so yeah let's call it robin magic"

Duke lifted his head cautiously, sniffling. His face had two clear streaks of tears down round baby fat cheeks and his bottom lip wobbled as he looked Tim up and down.

" Robin?" He asked confused.

Tim nodded his head, " yeah robin magic, for me cuz I'm robin, well I used to be robin I'm technically Red Robin now but-OOF"

Suddenly Tim was hit in the chest with 70 pounds of flailing arms and pointy elbows as Duke wrapped him in a fierce hug.

" Robin!" He cried out, staring up at Tim with the saddest little face in the world, it made Tim's heart melt.

" It's you! You're really him, you're robin! You've gotta help me Batman is chasing me, he musta thought I did something bad but I didn't I swear!"

Tim patted a tentative hand against Dukes back.

" It's ok, I know Batman can be intimidating but he'd never hurt you-"

" No! That's the old batman! The one from before. New Batmans bad! Last week he put a homeless guy who lived on my street in the hospital for stealing a car."

Tim winced, oh the timeline was all clicking into place, this baby Duke wasn't just younger he was from the past. The past where Bruce was still deep in mourning for his recently lost son and Batman was out of control on the streets.

Dukes reaction to batman chasing him made a helluva lot more sense in that context. God here Tim was again dealing with the consequences depressed and vengeful Bruce's actions. Looks like he was still taking out the trash at 17.

" He won't hurt you Duke, I know he's been scary lately but it's only because he's- well he's not thinking very straight"

Duke looked up at Tim still not totally convinced but Tim just ruffled his little brothers curls.

" I'm serious, the guys chasing you earlier, Nightwing, Batman, and Red Hood only want to help you out tater tot"

Duke wrinkled his nose at the nickname. " I don't need their help though I've got you. And you're the best Robin ever! Robin the third"

Tim couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. He was sure he was other people's favorite robin, he'd read those super hero rank forums and met some very dedicated batfans before but this was different. This was his brother.

Tim remembered being 10, remembered when all that mattered to him was Seeing Dick Grayson, the first Robin, streak across the night sky like a shooting star. Dick had been his robin, his little peice of childhood magic come to life.

And looking up at him now, with little stars replacing tears in his eyes, Duke was showing him the same thing.

" yeah, of course you've got me Duke, you got me. I'm your Robin."

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That's all I got folks, I banged this puppy out real quick so soz about the messiness and any mistakes. (Also I never write tropey fluff LMAO so hopefully this inspires a good fluff writer to get in on the action! )

hmmm deaged duke thomas REFUSING to let batman nightwing or red hood near him because when duke was a kid batman had just lost robin and was super violent on the streets, nightwing was in blud so duke wouldnt really know him and red hood has guns??? what??

and duke (this is the kid who reads people flawlessly and also trained to beat the riddler from an young age) is evading capture at every turn. his powers are erratic and hes starting to get scared, the manor will not let him out, and where are his parents-

when suddenly there he is. duke thomas’s robin, and his most trusted protector, tim drake.

just more of duke thomas with the tropes the other brothers get hit with all the time, and also more of tim being dukes robin please!!!

[desertboogierecordneedle]

Do Trump supporters realize that millions of liberals, moderates, and old school conservatives (of the “Never Trump” variety) have spent the last few years quietly amassing firearms and building arsenals? Yup, it's true! You probably didn't know that because we don't base our entire identities on guns - and we don't live for the day when we can avenge the bruised ego of a felonious former president

We anti-Trump Americans certainly don't want things to turn ugly in November, but if a SHTF scenario is forced upon us, we’re not going to cower and hide. MAGAts, right wing extremists, and Christian Nationalists seem to under the impression that they own The Second Amendment - but that's not the case. The 2A was written with the oppressed in mind, not the oppressors. It was meant to deter Christofascists and other authoritians from putting their boots on the necks of freedom-loving Americans.

It's amazing how quickly perspectives can change during times of uncertainty and unrest. Americans who were afraid to be alone in a room with an unloaded firearm just 10 years ago are now bringing family members to the range for target practice and are guiding friends through the process of purchasing (legal) firearms. Left-leaning Americans aren't just buying guns, locking them up in their safes, and forgetting the combination - they're actually becoming proud Second Amendment advocates. Memberships for left-leaning, (non-NRA) gun clubs have EXPLODED in recent years. These clubs foster a sense of community and unity between like-minded citizens who are concerned about the number of elected leaders and unelected judges jumping on the authoritarian bandwagon. The trend is alarming enough to turn even the most nervous, clueless, reluctant gun virgin into a responsible, confident gun owner (who rarely misses a target). Also, views on lethal self defense are bound to change when people realize that millions of their fellow citizens regard them as subhumans who deserve to be subjected to violence oppression, enslavement, imprisonment, and even death - simply because they reject everything the far right stands for.

MAGAts like you can delude yourselves into believing that when Trump gives you the green light, you’ll have free reign to ‘teach the liberals a lesson’. We’ve all seen those “no quarter given” flags and we know what they mean - but I promise you, things won’t go the way you think they will. Maybe you're envisioning an army of ‘mighty MAGA warriors’ (LOL) rounding up a bunch of limp-wristed, unarmed liberals who pissed themselves from fear, but that not how it's going to play out. I promise. We won't be unarmed sitting ducks waiting to be picked off one by one. We WILL be ready and willing to protect ourselves, our families, our homes, our neighborhoods, and our values. Unlike you and your ilk, we don't desire violence. We don't have wet dreams and demented fantasies about rounding up unarmed citizens for the “crime” of rejecting Donald Trump. Unlike MAGA faketriots and their ilk, our side is not itching for Civil War 2.0. The prospect of spilling American blood doesn't excite us. We hope November 2024 comes and goes peacefully, but we're preparing ourselves for all possibilities. If your side wants to settle the score with violence, don't be shocked when you face armed resistance. Right-wing MAGA extremists and Christofascists are an existential threat to freedom, liberty, and our Democratic Republic. Liberals, Democrats, moderates, and Never Trumpers just want to live their lives as they see fit - not as YOU see fit. Our side wants freedom from oppression. Your side wants freedom to oppress. You're not going to get the outcome you seek. But hey, if the Christofascists and the MAGA boomers on mobility scooters are hellbent on initiating the “fuck around” phase, they’d better not cry when the “find out” phase bites them in the ass.

[offthefieldsmau]

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There was something to be said about the ingenuity of spiteful thirteen year olds. Ed had been explained (in many words, often overlapping one another) that the Knights were their arch rivals. Ed understood a rivalry; the Swasbucklers had their own rivalry that ran deep in the Australian football world (fuck the Wellington Baronets as long as he shall live).

The low-down on the rivalry between the Pirates and Knights was as followed:

It was a sort of “Mighty Ducks'' scenario. At tryouts for the Knights two years ago, many players were turned away due to skill level. And not just “thanks, you’re great, but we’re looking for more experience—”

As it was explained to Ed, there ended up being an all-out brawl at an indoor soccer field due to the harsh words the Knights directed at what would soon become the Mission Viejo Pirates team. Parents, coaches, and players alike hurled insult after insult, and it reached a breaking point.

When he first heard this, Ed didn’t believe the players. Teenagers exaggerate things! They once asked Ed if he ever played with Diego Maradona (whose career ended the year after Ed’s began, of course. He took much offense to this). It wasn’t until Ed asked Jim and Pete, that his jaw dropped to the floor.

Shockingly, they confirmed everything. Apparently the team dads were brothers and it all started because of beef they had with Stede? Back in the day, blackmail, boarding school nonsense that Ed didn’t pay quite close attention to. Of course, when it came time for the Pirates to play the Knights, Ed was ready. The team made it clear they wanted— needed a win.

And he was going to make damn sure they won.

Which brought him to right then — watching the Knights players arrive: single-file (like a bloody drill-team), enormous “C” on the captain jerseys (ego much?) and stupidly, annoyingly posh looking. Their gear was brand new, their uniforms shiny and—

Where the fuck were Ed’s players!?

Ed had been delayed himself (stealing Stede away with a little purchase he made a few weeks ago). It wasn’t like he was late— he had been at the park, just…in a different part of the park. In private. When it came time, Ed was serious — his phone was forgotten in his pocket and he wouldn’t touch it unless it was necessary.

As if on cue, his team appeared from around the building behind the bleachers. They marched in single file in an exact mirror to the Knights, who arrived not moments ago. Alma was at the front, followed by Maia, of course, but—

The entire team managed to get exact replicas of the Knights’ uniform. Alma wore the giant “C” on hers, followed by the team in shiny blue jerseys. Music played from the loudspeakers of the building they emerged from.

We Will Rock You. The first song Ed put on their warmup playlist. Fondness grew inside Ed (who laughed as he clutched his clipboard). The team marched to stand in front of him, waiting.

Ed got the hint, and straightened his spine. “About-face!” he shouted.

The team turned on their heel, in front of him with the cutest mad-dog faces he had ever seen. Thirteen tweens and barely-there teenagers looked at him expectantly, with an energy that Ed recognized.

Hunger — they craved a win. They craved respect—

They craved revenge.

Ed knew a thing or two about that.

“I’m not happy you’re late on the field,” Ed smirked, trying to be stern. “But, this is pretty funny. However—”

“Excuse me!” A red-faced man in a blue polo charged over to interrupt. “What the hell is the meaning of this!?”

Another man was beside him, identical in stature and expression. Two boys pushed between them, bee-lining for Alma and Maia.

“Do you think this is funny!?” One of the kids fumed. Ed recognized them as the boys who antagonized his players a few weeks ago at practice. “You have no right to wear that jersey! It— it’s sacred!”

“Yeah, sacred!” The other boy shouted. “This is—”

[edgessunflower]

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Kenny fornette

Jordan alexander

Michael ragosa

Drew allister

Shannon rivera

TC callahan

Ewan mcgregor characters

Catcher block

Dan torrance

Perry makepeace

Christopher robin

Rodney copperbottom

Robert lewis

Alex law

Edward bloom

Star wars

Crosshair

Cara dune

Luke skywalker

Aayla secura

Hunter

Din djarin

Padme amidala

Cal kestis

Rey skywalker

Obi wan kenobi

Bo katan kryze

Qui gon jin

Tech

Ahsoka tano

Poe dameron

Leia organa

Echo

Finn

Iden versio

Del meeko

Wrecker

Misc 1

Jack mercer

Mason "mace" brown

Spike spiegel

Toph

Lu fox

Elizabeth martinson

Casi

Laney boggs

Max lewinsky

Mahtilda

Flip zimmerman

Nani pelekai

Murphy macmanus

Korra

Lu fox

Samantha caine

Bill s prescott

Iris

Zack siler

Rachel

David abbott

Marta

Jed eckhart

Tess finnegan

Ryan williams

Barbara novak

Ted logan

Toni

Eugene/vida boheme

Tris prior

Murtagh morzzansson

Skeeter

Christian

Stephanie speck

John wick

Viola eade

Jonathan levy

Evey hammond

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Casey jones

Marni

Elliot alderson

Misc 2

Chris chambers

Andie anderson

Michael perry

Beatrix "the bride" kiddo

Elliott

Quinn fabray

Benjamin barry

Dani rojas

Billy/four

Daphne moon

Javi gutierrez

Allison reynolds

Hector villanueva

April o'neil

Ned tash

Kara

Don billingsley

Asami sato

Beau hutton

Monica long dutton

Joey coalter

Celine naville

Sam munroe

[greendino567]

Hi guys, I am new to all of this so please go easy on me. This is my first post on here and I wanted to let you know what kind of stuff I will write and who for.

What I will write:

Headcanons

Imagine scenarios

Fluff

Angst

LGBTQ+

What I will not write:

Smut (maybe in the future but as of now it is a no)

Incest relationships

Minor x adult (e.g  Severus Snape x underage student)

SA/rape

Homophobia, Racism, Transphobia etc

Who I write for:

The Outsiders:

Ponyboy Curtis

Johnny Cade

Steve Randle

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Two-bit Matthews

The Mighty Ducks:

Guy Germaine

Luis Mendoza

Charlie Conway

Adam Banks 

Connie Moreau

Julie Gaffney

Dean Portman

Fulton Reed

Lester Averman

Ken Wu

Jesse Hall

Twilight:

Edward Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen 

Esme Cullen

Charlie Swan 

Paul Lahote

Sam Uley

Jared Cameron

Leah Clearwater

Embry Call

Quil Ateara

Emily Young

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter 

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Theodore Nott

Pansy Parkinson

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black 

James Potter

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Oliver Wood

If you have requests please either comment them or message me

Fair warning, I do not know how to write for a male reader however if you really want to I could give it a go.

UPDATE!!!!

I have decided to start writing for Stranger Things as well, however I have never watched it nor will I ever probably watch it, I know the baseline of the plot but I can always do further research for a story. Here are the characters I will write for, for now:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Im aware it’s not a very big range of characters but these are the ones I have been focusing on more recently so I will stick to theses for now.

Send requests!!!!!!!!!!

[lunarfleur]

As Long As You’ll Have Me ~ Dwayne Robertson

CW:shameless fluff, Dwayne being a romantic

Tagging: @collieflower215 @sophie-i-guess13 @juneberrie

Additional notes: This was written based on a scenario I sent Liz, who is now preparing to write for The Mighty Ducks over on her page

This is x gender neutral reader!

“Well, I’m goin’ to bed,” Dwayne’s grandfather announced, standing up slowly.

“You kids have fun.”

“Not too much fun,” his mother warned, following her father inside the house.

The Texan night was suddenly quiet, peaceful in the arms of Dwayne. His family had all gone inside. Voices chattered distantly inside the house but it all seemed to be miles away.

You watched as the flames of the campfire danced. Red and yellow ribbons of scalding heat intertwine while sparks jump and dance. It swayed in the wind and a shiver ran up your spine. Dwayne pulled you closer.

“They like you,” he said suddenly. You looked up at him from your head’s place on his shoulder.

“Yeah?” You questioned. He nodded, smiling proudly.

He rested his forehead against your’s and gripped your hands a little tighter. Crickets chirped all around you, buzzing excitedly. Texas was nice, you had learned.

“Mama likes you especially,” he chuckled. This made you smile. “Hasn’t stopped talkin’ about you since she met you.”

Dwayne’s mom was a wonderful woman, small and curvy with flaming red hair and blue eyes. She was kind and gentle, but good at being tough when it’s needed. She’s the one who raised Dwayne to be so respectful. The minute you had been introduced it was as if she’d known you for years.

Dwayne went quiet for a moment. His thumbs brushed across the skin that covered your hands. All you could feel and see was him. You liked it better that way, anyhow.

He kissed your knuckles quietly, seeming to be in deep thought.

“You thinking about something?” You asked. He just hummed in response. Then Dwayne took a deep breath and looked up at you. His dark eyes lit up against the fire.

“You love me?” He asked. This was a common question. Most of the time he asked it just to hear you say you loved him. This time, however, it seemed different.

“Of course I do,” you replied. You missed not a single beat, having heard the question before, before adding, “why?”

Dwayne shook his head, shrugging. His brown eyes gazed deeply into your’s. He smiled and placed a kiss to your lips. Then he kissed you again and again. Again and again and again. That’s how it always was, how it always would be. A change in state wouldn’t make it any different. He loved you just the same.

When he pulled away, you were met with his red face. It wasn’t from the fire, either. Dwayne’s face got red when he was nervous. But what did he have to be nervous about?

“I got this for our one year,” he chuckled awkwardly, “but I dunno if I can wait that long.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box. You felt your heart ram against your ribcage, knowing full well what was inside.

He opened it up and grabbed what sat inside. He fumbled with his hands before grabbing your’s. On your finger he slipped a simple, silver band. The cold metal hit your skin. Dwayne flipped your hand over, kissing you palm.

“What’s this?” You asked. Maybe that was all you could say. Dwayne took in a sharp breath and looked back up at you.

“Like I said, this was supposed to be for our one year.” The words came out as a chuckle. But then he paused, silent for a moment. “But I couldn’t wait that long ‘cause I keep fallin in love with you more every day.”

He scooted closer to you, his hands holding your’s gently. Dwayne stared at you with eyes like you had never seen. He looked at you with eyes that made you think that there was something worth seeing.

“People have said that first loves don’t really last but I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone who makes me feel what you do. And now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure I wanted to love you. You made me feel…warm. I liked that.” You sucked in a breath sharply.

“I never loved you on accident,” he whispered, voice suddenly dropping.”

He pressed his forehead against your’s once more. Your breathing had become uneven, ragged. Maybe it was due to the tears that threatened to well up in your eyes. Maybe it was the way your heart was about to jump out of your chest. Maybe it was just him.

“When’d you get so romantic?” You asked quietly, weakly. Dwayne chuckled and you followed along.

You pulled your hands away from his to observe the ring closely. You slipped it off your finger. It was simple, a silver band. But on the inside of the ring there was an engraving. It read:

‘No matter where, no matter when.’

You smiled down at your ring. Dwayne caressed your cheek with his hand and pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet, genuine. This kiss didn’t have the fun, playful feeling like others always did. This one was deep, harder even. It said everything that couldn’t be spoken.

“I love you,” you whispered. It made no sense for anyone else to hear it. As long he knew, you would be okay. Dwayne smiled, kissing you in reply.

“I’ll be your’s as long as you’ll have me.”

And he kept staring at you. His gaze never budged. And maybe that’s why you swore to never let him go. There was a sky full of stars, and he was staring at you.