#scrooge mcduck x reader

[unclemcdunkle]

Y/n: Scrooge can you buy this for me please?

Scrooge: of course my dear

Louie: but- wait you CANT JUST BUY HER THAT

Scrooge: of course I can lad, she’s my wife

Della: this is monopoly

[pixiepenandpaper]

What Glitters, What Lasts

Scrooge McDuck x Female Reader Setting: Somewhere between expeditions, in the quiet between storms.

You’ve seen the world burn gold and blue.

You’ve walked the edge of volcanoes and ducked beneath ancient traps.

You’ve nearly drowned in a cursed fountain, fought off haunted pirate ghosts, and once, memorably, helped wrestle an ancient kraken into a bottle the size of a shoebox.

And through it all, you’ve followed one duck.

Scrooge McDuck is the kind of man that writes his legacy into the earth with calloused hands and stubborn footsteps. Wherever he goes, legends grow like moss in his wake — some true, most not. But you’ve always known better than to believe the stories.

You know the real man.

And he drives you absolutely, infuriatingly, heart-wrenchingly mad.

“Oi! Lass! You planning to stand there gawkin’ or help me with this blasted map?”

His voice echoes across the craggy mouth of the cave you’ve been trudging through for the past two hours. He’s already ten steps ahead, lantern swinging in one hand, the other clutching a tattered scroll that he refuses to admit is missing half its compass rose.

You bite back a smile. “We wouldn’t be lost if you’d let me carry the map.”

“I’m not lost,” he scoffs, which means — of course — you’re deeply, horribly lost.

You catch up to him and tug your coat tighter. The wind that whips through the tunnel is cold and damp, and it smells like forgotten things.

Scrooge pauses beside you. He doesn’t say anything — not at first — but when the silence stretches, he exhales through his nose and mutters:

“…I don’t like this place.”

You glance at him.

That’s as close as he’ll get to admitting he’s worried. And for someone like Scrooge, who’d rather challenge a minotaur to arm wrestling than voice a feeling, it’s practically a scream.

You touch his elbow.

Just lightly. Just enough for him to know you’re here.

His feathers bristle under your fingers. But he doesn’t pull away.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You joined his crew for the adventure. The freedom. The thrill of knowing tomorrow might involve cursed scrolls or hidden tombs or narrowly escaping death via grappling hook.

What you didn’t expect was the loneliness.

Not yours. His.

Scrooge McDuck, for all his fame and fury, is a man who holds the world at arm’s length. He’ll die before he admits he’s tired. Before he lets you see him hesitate.

But sometimes you catch it.

In the way he stares too long at old maps. In the way he watches his nephews laugh and looks away before the warmth in his eyes can be noticed. In the way he sleeps sitting upright, as though afraid that letting himself rest would be a kind of surrender.

And sometimes — when he thinks you’re not looking — he watches you like that too.

Like you’re another mystery he never meant to fall into.

You sit together that night under a sky full of stars.

The cave’s exit was finally found, and the long hike back to the campsite left you both aching and bruised. The fire crackles low. Scrooge is nursing a shallow cut along his arm, stubborn as ever, refusing help even though his hands are trembling.

“You’re hopeless,” you murmur, crouching beside him. “Let me see it.”

“I’ve had worse,” he grumbles.

“I know you have. But you’re not immortal, no matter how loudly you shout.”

He huffs. But he lets you take his arm.

Your hands are gentle. You’ve done this before — dozens of times — cleaned wounds, bandaged bruises, pressed the heel of your hand against his back during a coughing fit after some near-death dive into icy water.

But something about tonight feels different.

Maybe it’s the quiet. Maybe it’s the closeness.

Maybe it’s the way he’s watching you now — not with impatience or sarcasm, but something else. Something quieter. Sadder.

You feel his gaze on your face like a brand.

“You’re always doin’ this,” he says, voice low. “Takin’ care of things.”

You don’t look up. “Someone has to.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

The words are so quiet you almost miss them.

You freeze.

“What?”

Scrooge shifts, uncomfortable. His arm tenses in your grip.

“I mean it,” he says, not quite meeting your eyes. “I’ve done things. Pushed people away. Lost more than I care to count.”

You finally look at him.

And in the firelight, he looks… small. Not weak. Never weak. But worn. Like a man who has fought the whole world and realized too late he didn’t have to.

You finish wrapping his arm and sit back.

“You don’t have to earn care, Scrooge. Not from me.”

He looks up at you then, sharp and searching. As if waiting for the catch. As if your kindness is a puzzle he can’t solve.

And maybe it is.

Maybe love — quiet, patient, unconditional — is the one treasure he’s never believed was real.

You lean forward and press your forehead gently to his.

It’s not a kiss. Not quite. But it’s enough.

He closes his eyes.

And for the first time in what feels like centuries, Scrooge McDuck lets himself lean.

You don’t talk about it the next day.

Not really.

But something shifts.

He hands you the map without protest.

You hand him his tea without asking how he takes it.

He still snaps. Still grumbles. Still marches headfirst into danger with that stubborn gleam in his eye.

But when you catch him watching you now, he doesn’t look away.

Weeks pass. Then months.

The adventures continue.

You dodge curses. Scale ancient towers. Sleep side by side in hammocks, your hand sometimes brushing his as you drift off.

But the wall is thinner now.

And one night, when the storm is especially loud and the wind batters the old wooden walls of the inn, he knocks on your door.

You open it in your nightgown.

He looks like he wants to say a dozen things and can’t find the words.

So you step aside and let him in.

He sits at the edge of your bed like a man in church.

After a long silence, he says:

“I’ve had gold. Glory. All of it. None of it ever made me feel like this.”

Your breath catches.

He looks at you then, eyes blazing and unsure all at once.

“Tell me I haven’t imagined it,” he says. “Tell me you feel it too.”

You cross the room slowly, heart in your throat, and reach for his hand.

“I’ve always felt it,” you whisper. “I just didn’t think you’d ever say it.”

He exhales, shaking, and presses his forehead to yours again — like that night by the fire.

Only this time, his beak brushes yours.

And when he kisses you — trembling, fierce, and full of all the things he’s never said — it’s the most vulnerable thing you’ve ever felt.

Scrooge McDuck, adventurer of the ages, falls in love like a man afraid to blink in case it all disappears.

But you hold him.

And you don’t let go.

Later, curled up beside him as the storm dies and the sky begins to blush with dawn, he whispers:

“You’re the only treasure I’ve ever found worth guarding.”

And you whisper back:

“Then you’d better not bury me.”

He chuckles.

“Never.”

And you believe him.

With all your heart.

[dena-dena-dena]

Drooge content i never uploaded here incoming...

Fall theme:

In the 60s:

Halloween event:

And that's all

I love them, us, sm

[bookiezzz]

was on wattpad and i can’t fuckign stop laughing why would this be in my reckmmended im crying

[actualbastard]

God has given me the ability to write, and I am making it everybody else's problem

[denaliwrites]

f i c m a s t e r l i s t

p o l i c i e s (please read before making requests!)

b a d s a m a r i t a n The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me Blackthorn Cover Myself in the Ashes of You Dumb Ways To Die Enough of You to Dull the Pain (18+) Hellbent Looking For A Godsend Hit Me With Your Best Shot I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day (18+) I'm Gooey in the Middle Baby Let Me Bake In His Eyes A Flaming Glow Intrigued and Afraid Keep You Like An Oath (18+) Killing Me Softly My Baby Shot Me Down (18+) Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy (18+) Only Touch That Gets Me Melting (18+) Run Rabbit Run (18+) Say My Name Send a Thousand Kings Away Shia Surprise Something Good to Celebrate Stop, Look and Listen, It's Halloween! Taste of a Poison Paradise Trust in Me, Just in Me With Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It (18+)

t h e b o y s Watch That Butcher Burn

b r o a d c h u r c h Always Leave Me With a Hungry Heart Am I Doing This Right? An Art to Life's Distractions Beating Like A Kick Drum Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do It's Been a Long, Long Time Love's Perfect Ache Now and Again We Try to Just Stay Alive Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale Say You'll Remember Me Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version) Take A Break, Take Me Down Tell Me It's A Nightmare What My Heart Was Worth

d o c t o r w h o Cuddle, Meet Puddle Cute Things Don't Blink (Part 1) Don't Turn Your Back (Part 2) Don't Look Away (Part 3) Dreams See Us Through (Part 4) Hate the Feeling of Falling Have a Holly Jolly Christmas Horrible Things Isn't That Wizard It's How I'm Made Let Me Come Home Little Creepy House Love Letters On the Brave Shit The Origin of (Love Bug) Species What Beautiful Things I'll Wear When the Crypt Doors Creak You Know That I Would Jump Too

d u c k t a l e s Tales of Daring

g o o d o m e n s All I Want For Christmas Aziraphale's Favorite Author Dance on a Tightrope of Weird Free as My Hair His Love is All in Me How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue Lockdown Blues Making Biscuits My Heart's a Stereo Naked in That Garden (18+) Out There Making DuckTales Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made Road to Hell Something Meaty For The Main Course Step Too Far Tongue Tied Your Love is Holy (18+)

f r i g h t n i g h t Emptiness to Melody Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween Fixed Up to the Nines Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+) I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin' Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+) Make Me Glow Night of Long Fangs (18+) Parade of Dancing Skeletons Talk So Pretty (18+) Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)

h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r ???

j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d Best Behavior The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

p r o d i g a l s o n But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps Never Fallen From Quite This High Office Supplies Rude Boy They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes Trigger Happy With a Sense of Poise (18+)

s l o w h o r s e s Imposing Figure Inappropriate

[diomcsimon]

Being Scrooge McDucks twin ☕️

Head canons of what I imagine it would be like Scrooges twin.

Gn Reader

I want to mention that English isn't my first language and I am dyslexic so there might be a hand full of grammar mistakes.

🪙 You two most likely grew up close

🪙 So when Scrooge got his number one dime you refused to let him go without you

🪙 You two worked hard to where you two are now

🪙You two faced a lot of dangers together but with each other you guys were unstoppable

🪙 Then came the day when Della and Donald needed to be taken care of, you didn’t have a problem with this they were family after all

🪙 Well things happen and you for became a strong team that all sorts of mysteries around the world

🪙 when Della had here three eggs you became even more protective of her, tbh you probably saw her as a daughter in a way

🪙 When Scrooge told you about the spear of saline and how it was going to be a gift for Della, you were a bit unease

🪙 You knew that Scrooge wouldn’t allow harm to come to her but you also knew that Della was a curious woman and would find out sooner than later

🪙 So together you helped Scrooge build it but then Della found out about it and took it out for a test drive

🪙 You got a panicked call from Scrooge all you could make of it was “Della found it “ “she’s in a meteoroid storm” and that was all you needed to hurry your way to him

🪙 When you got there you saw Donald with the eggs heading out angrily and refusing to talk as you made your way further in there you saw Scrooge leaning over a counter of controls and a big screen only saying the words “signal lost”

🪙 You called out to Scrooge and when he turned to look at you your heart broke, he looked as if he had been crying for decades and was still panicking

🪙 Rushing into action you ran over to him comforting him and trying to understand what was going on

🪙 Together you search for Della spending enormous amounts of money but to no avail

🪙 You also tried to get in contact with Donald but he showed no interest in the dangerous life

🪙 When Beakly came around with baby Webby, you and Scrooge took them in and you made sure Webby felt at home and welcome in the machine

🪙 You made sure he knew he could come to you if things ever got too tough and you did send him some gift money and present to the boys from “ secret Santa”

🪙 So when one day you and your brother were coming home from work you were more than happy to see Donald in the driveway (unlike a certain someone)

🪙 You were more than happy to take care of the boys, even if it was just for a few hours

🪙 But Scrooge had other plans. When Scrooge but the kids in the old storage room you were ready to protest but Scrooge was quick to snap at you as well

🪙 Not wanting to anger him more you headed to your office to think

🪙 Wile in your office you heard sounds coming from the vents and the next thing you know four kids fall out of your ceiling vent

🪙 But to no surprise Webby is the firs one to jump up screaming "GOOD MORNIG Y/N"

🪙 Happy you greeted the kids before the were quick to run out, soon deciding to follow after them to make sure the don't get into too much trouble

🪙 Finding the kids looking around the garage

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Walking into garage I saw the kids looking at the neglect artifacts. I saw one of the triplets putting sticky notes. My attention is then brought to the one in blue, what was his name again? Oh yeah that's it Dewey. I see the painting that Dewey is looking at and feel a sting in my heart as I realize its the one with our old team on it. "It's fake" Louie says before I'm fast enough to protest Webby beats me to it " What no it's not right Y/N?" " It's true it's real I still remember that like it was yesterday " I say recalling the old memory.

"Oh come on are we really stupoustu believe that?" Dewey asked. As I wen't to answer he starter walking around wile pointing to different things clainig they were fake, I rushed after him worried hell get hurt. When he opens a chest with the ghost of a pirate.

Acting quickly I grabbed Dewey and guidet the others to cover. As I tride to think of a plan I see the triplets panicin "Hey it's going to be okey im going to take care of this, you four stay here until its safe"

Just when I was obout to jump into action I hear my brother yell " what in dismal downs is going on in here ?!" oh great now that. “What are you three doing out of your room?” He yelled to the kids "We've got this. There are four of us and three of them. If we, wait never mind, they teamed up" "Ah good, that means only one target" Scrooge said ready to lunch at the ghost. " No, get back your old!" Dewey yelled after him to no avail.

"Oi Beastie, what's it gonna take to shuffle you off to the afterlife?" Scrooge yelled pointing his cane at the ghost "The head of Scrooge McDuck!" it yelled "Would you settle for his hat ?" Scrooge asked launching at the ghost. " You kids stay here !" I yelled leaping out of the hiding spot.

"hey need help Scrooge ?" "Well I'm certainly not agains it"

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That's sorta all the motivation and ideas I have for now. I might make more later if I get motivation and ideas :))

[eternal-learner]

Female Reader x Captain Martens (The Expanse)

Summary: This is the scene where Bobby beats Martens' ass but basically you take Bobby's place in this story and you use a more NSFW method to extract information.

Warnings/Tags: non-con, handjob, overstimulation, squirting

Author's Note: I haven't actually watched The Expanse, I just watched his scenes and even then the only one I watched recently was this one so no doubt there's inaccuracies.

His room blurred as he slammed into the ground and rolled. He couldn't stifle a whimper when he dragged himself onto all-fours, feeling a searing pain in his collarbone where he knew it had likely been snapped by your palm.

“Your whole generation has forgotten what it means to sacrifice for the dream of Mars,” he spat. The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue.

He cried out as you plucked him from the floor and bent him over the arm of his couch. He really couldn't put up a fight. With him being a chaplain, he never went through the training that had hardened you and the other Martian marines. He was pathetic. Even in your fury, seeing him like this stirred up desires that were getting more and more difficult to suppress with each whimper and whine that passed his wobbling lips. A thought crossed your mind. You shook it away. That kind of punishment would be… cruel and unusual.

Martens squirmed. His black spacesuit stretched snugly over a paunch that heaved as he gasped for air. He was soft, his build speaking to a life spent comfortably in the safety fought for by soldiers like you. You were sure he would talk with a little more coercion. A few hits to the face should loosen his jaw. But the other method… well, there was the added humiliation. The more you thought about it, the more the gentle throbbing between your legs became impossible to ignore.

You tightened your grip on the lapel of his spacesuit, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to worm away. Your other hand reached towards his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed at the brush of your fingers. He winced and threw his head, expecting you to choke him.

The huff of his breath was joined by the low, rolling sound of his zipper’s teeth parting one by one. The bewilderment on his face made you smirk. All at once he seemed to understand what was happening and he wiggled in a fruitless attempt to prevent his exposure. To prevent this humiliation.

The stretchy, black material peeled open, unveiling a patch of wiry chest hair. You paused to undo his belt and then trailed the zipper over his soft belly, over the dark button at its crest, down, down, hushing his feeble whines of protest until it reached the end of its path, just below a bush of grey curls.

Martens swallowed thickly. The air gently pricked his bare skin, cool but not cool enough to extinguish the heat of embarrassment. He had been beaten by a subordinate and now this. There was a tightness in his chest, different from the pain radiating from the injury you had inflicted. This wound was to his pride.

You raked your fingers through his chest hair. The darkness clouding his face lightened just slightly. He was very aware of how close you were to his injury. How easy it would be for you to thrust your hand and send an explosion of pain through his body. But soon you explored lower and he exhaled shakily.  

You rubbed his soft stomach.

“I’ll ask again. What happened to my team?”

Martens eyed you and scoffed.

“You’ll get a firing squad for-“

Martens squealed. The sudden grip on his balls made his thighs quake and a churning nausea took hold of his gut. As he panted, you removed your hand from inside his suit. His small, soft cock flopped out and you rested his sack over his zipper.

“Oh God,” he moaned. “What are you doing?”

You hushed his whines of protest and fondled him. Even with fear chilling his blood, it didn’t take long until he was swelling in your palm. You spat in your hand until his pink length was glossy and slick.

Martens refused to meet your gaze. He was both utterly confused and humiliated at your method of interrogation. He expected that at any moment you would hurt him. Maybe squeeze too hard or target his vulnerable, twitching sack. But as his slippery cock squelched and smacked in your pumping fist, he felt his guard descending ever lower.  

He sighed and his front teeth peeked out from beneath his top lip. Martens caught himself staring at where your breasts pushed against your uniform.

“What happened to my team?”

His eyes flicked up to yours. They were so blue. He had teared up when you threw him into his TV and a few drops were caught in his long, dark eyelashes. They caught the light just right and shimmered. But he gave no answer besides a moan and that wasn’t by choice. He was a touch-starved chaplain and his orgasm was building quickly.

Suddenly the realization of what he was about to do in front of you hit, and wanting to deny you the satisfaction of seeing him that way and himself the embarrassment of losing control, he thrashed in an attempt to loosen your hold. It was fruitless. You only sped up the pace.

His breath quickened. His flushed face twisted and a guttural grunt tore from his throat. Ribbons of white shot onto his soft belly.

You kept going. The last drop oozed out and you kept going still. The pleasure of his orgasm gave way to discomfort. He was too sensitive for this. Martens squirmed and tried to grab your hand but a quick smack to his collarbone sent a shockwave of pain through his shoulder and made him abandon his efforts.

“Tell me and I’ll stop. What happened to my team?”

Martens eyes widened. Oh, now he understood. His thighs twitched and his body jerked.  There was no way he could outlast this. Still, he needed to try.

His poor, overstimulated cock bobbed in your unrelenting fist. You ignored his cries, staring down at him smugly.

“Please… please! Fuck, I can’t take it.”

Martens began to sob. He white-knuckled the couch and used every ounce of his waning strength to resist giving up any information. Again he felt the build-up, too soon, of another orgasm. His sweat-slicked body curled. White hot pain and pleasure wracked him as his cock was forced to spit out another string of cum.

Something was happening to him. Something that had never happened before and his mouth gaped in surprise as he started to squirt. It sprayed onto his chest and belly and you couldn’t help but smirk at the way he shuddered violently against you.

He couldn’t catch his breath. The edges of his vision blurred.

“The tablet! There,” he pointed frantically to the device on his coffee table. Your fist stilled. Finally, to Martens’ utmost relief you released your grip and reached for the tablet.

He didn’t need to be prompted. He breathlessly uttered the project name and that fateful field test was projected before your eyes.

[cherryrainn]

Mind if I request a DuckTales Scrooge McDuck x Male reader, where they play the Pocky game?

━━ ✧ 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; scrooge mcduck + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; of course! here you go, also, my first ducktales ask! woohoo!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none!

the sun had begun to set over duckburg, casting a warm orange glow across the city. scrooge mcduck, the wealthiest duck in the world, found himself in a rare moment of leisure. he had invited you, his close friend and confidant, to join him on the balcony of his lavish mansion to enjoy the peaceful evening.

as you both sat on comfortable lounge chairs, scrooge couldn't help but steal glances at you. there was something about the way the fading sunlight kissed your features that left him captivated. he had always cherished your company, but tonight felt different, almost electric.

noticing the box of pocky sticks on the small table between you, you picked one up and offered it to scrooge with a playful smile. "care for a game, scrooge?"

he raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "a game? what's the catch?"

you chuckled. "ever heard of the pocky game? it's simple. we both take a pocky stick, and we start eating from each end. the goal is to see who can get closer to the middle without breaking it."

scrooge's eyes sparkled with amusement. "a challenge, eh? well, i never back down from a challenge!"

you both grabbed a pocky stick, and with your fingers gently touching, you began to nibble. the atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and tension as you inched closer to the center of the stick.

time seemed to stand still as you and scrooge continued the game. the sun had fully set, and the balcony was now illuminated by the soft glow of the moon and stars. the only sound was the quiet crunching of pocky and your synchronized breathing.

eventually, you both reached the center of the stick simultaneously, and the tension broke. you burst into laughter, the melodious sound filling the night air. scrooge's eyes crinkled at the corners as he joined your laughter.

as the game ended, scrooge set aside his half-eaten pocky and turned to you. his usually stern expression had softened, revealing a warmth that you had never seen before. "i must admit, this was a pleasant surprise."

your heart swelled with affection. "i'm glad you enjoyed it, scrooge."

he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "and i must confess something, too."

you held your breath, unsure of what was coming next.

with a tender smile, scrooge whispered, "i cherish our moments together more than any treasure in my vaults."

[gatorbites-imagines]

I think it would be so cool for the petvincible to have a regenerative!reader almost like immortal but better obviously maybe they can cut off an arm for sinister Mark and every thing! (I love Sin Mark and just want him to be loved and happy!)

Alternate Mark Graysons x regenerative male reader 

Headcanons 

Readers inspired by deadpool, cuz i love that guy. I also had a request about regenerative reader who was like deadpool, so i mashed the two together. 

The petvincibles with a reader who regenerates, whos also a mercenary means they are harder to control than normal. 

Normal reader can be like “killing is bad guys, stop doing that please” but if you are also a trigger-happy killer, then it's kinda hard to throw stones at a glass house, right? 

Becomes more the reader being like “hey, we only kill bad people, or the ones we are paid enough to kill. We dont just kill any randos, okay?” 

Reader matches their crazy on most days, but there are things they do that even reader wouldn't do. Like damn bitch, you live like this? To some of them, but he loves his babymamas, so who is he to judge. 

I think the petvincibles are also the first people to not judge reader on his appearance if he has the scars like deadpool. They have all seen way worse, and reader is handsome in their eyes. 

Reader being like deadpool also means hes even more of a pain in the ass of the GDA. Like, they had to deal with him as a merc before and could barely contain him, but now hes got all the vincibles? Hell on earth. 

Reader wouldn't work for the GDA, obviously. “i dont trust the government bub, get someone else to do it” when he was asked to join the guardians once upon a time 

Instead, he gets paid a shit ton of money to help out every now and then, without actually being a member or signing any contract with the GDA. Reader also only accepts the money in physical bills, because he wants to swim in it like scrooge McDuck. 

His regenerative powers is probably how he “tamed” sinister at first. Cuz like, does reader possess Deadpools whole, fourth wall breaking knowledge and power too? 

Then he knows their whole deal and is like “alright dude, have a snack and calm down” after slicing his own arm off and shoving it at sinister. 

I like to think reader tastes pretty damn good, cuz his cells are always regenerating and deteriorating at the same time. Means hes always fresh and yummy to eat. 

Also means that the vincibles take a longer time getting used to being around normal humans again, cuz the reader is so unserious and just heals when they accidentally break something, or rip something off. 

But i do imagine that the Marks start realizing how messed up mentally the reader is, just like them. Like, after a while all the readers self-deletion jokes aren't so funny because they know he means it. 

The Marks would start to try and be more careful and being there for him, maybe help him do something outside of killing, which is pretty damn bold coming from them.  

But it also means they have experience with feeling that there is nothing else you can do but just keep killing. 

In this house we all heal together and become better people. Readers still a merc though, even if his babymamas start joining him on hits to make it easier, quicker and more efficient. Reader obviously demands double pay cuz theres two of them now. 

[kinopio-writes]

Hi!!!! I’d like to request Vox and a reader who just refuses to get like new technology at all because they’re like “I don’t wanna waste money when it still works!” Like their phone case could literally be hanging on by a thread and they’d still refuse to get a new one

You don’t have to do this request if you don’t want to, take care of yourself and drink water❤️

A/N: Thank you. I keep forgetting to drink water every day. The only time I remember to drink is whenever I eat. Take care of yourself, too. And I’m the same as the reader you’re describing, lol. I still have an iPhone 6 and it’s still working. The battery drains so fucking fast though.

Warnings: None

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Vox x Reader who’s a minimalist

• while Vox is someone who owns (I think is) a multi-billionaire company and never had to think of not buying things he needed or wanted, he might agree with you about the money part

• he’s like Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls or Scrooge McDuck (rich as hell but doesn’t like wasting money)

• but the thing is, he owned technology

• if it were any other stuff, he would be okay with it (it’s your money, after all. You do you)

• but it’s literally what his brand is built around

• he could just…give you a new one

• “No! I don’t want a new one.”

• he’d take offense to that

• because he already put all of your personal information in, from the apps you downloaded to your photos and, heck, your passwords, too

• and he did all of that without syncing it with your old phone (yeah, he knows everything—it’s not creepy at all)

• he knew you were complaining about the darn thing and decided to give you one

• so…why didn’t you want it???

• “Because it still works.”

• he’d just give you the deadest pan (not a word) ever

• your phone was old as hell, so the battery is pretty chemically fucked up

• it was also a device that he no longer puts any new updates in (because everyone else already moved on from it), so your phone was pretty outdated

• like, extremely outdated

• all of which meant that there would be some slight difficulty with communication

• and this man thrives from Facetiming you (he’s a busy guy)

• there would probably be more times you Facetime him than actually seeing him in person (assuming you don’t live with him. He probably has cameras there regardless)

• you’d keep complaining about how he keeps bugging out after a certain time has passed in the call or how it’s already gone down to 5% or how your phone is overheating because you’re charging it while calling him or how it’s just searing hot in general every time you use it—speaking from personal experience, lol

• it’s the reason why he decided to give you a new phone (he wanted longer calls without you having to hang up every 20 minutes because you needed to charge it)

• but noooo—your stubborn ass still insisted on using it because ‘it’s still working’

• ...yeah, no, he’s not taking any of that shit

• he’s still going to give it to you whether you like it or not

• his proposition is that, okay, you can use your old phone, but you have to use the new one for calls

• that’s all he’s asking for, really

[dena-dena-dena]

It was supposed to be just thumbnails, but i couldn't contain myself and did the entire thing in paper.

I love this audio since i saw diferente ships with this and i wanted to do it with mine also 🥹

[thatssomegoodsoup]

UNCATEGORIZED TO BE WRITTEN LIST

(this list is mostly for myself so I don't forget what I want to write)

(this list is fluid and may change over time, and I may not write for all of these)

(Didn't mean to post this early but oh well)

Criminal Minds

Penelope Garcia x Reader HCs

Aaron Hotchner x Reader HCs

David Rossi x Reader HCs

Spencer Reid x Reader HCs

Elias Voit x Reader HCs

Luke Alvez x Reader HCs

Tyler Green x Reader HCs

Douglas Bailey x Reader HCs

Doctor Who

The Ninth Doctor x Reader HCs

The Tenth Doctor x Reader HCs

The Eleventh Doctor x Reader HCs

Cassandra x Reader HCs

Slitheen x Reader HCs

Dalek x Reader HCs

Atraxi x Reader HCs

Milo Murphy's Law / Phineas and Ferb

Elliot Decker x Reader HCs

Vinnie Dakota x Reader HCs

Balthazar Cavendash x Reader HCs

Heinz Doofenschmirtz x Reader HCs

Nigel and Marmalade

Patricia x Reader HCs

Ducktales

Scrooge McDuck x Reader HCs

Magica DeSpell x Reader HCs

Octonauts

Kwazii x Reader HCs

Animal Restaurant

Jiji the Waiter x Reader HCs

Prince the Gardener x Reader HCs

Seedy the Waiter x Reader HCs

Creepypasta

Laughing Jack x Reader HCs

Kagekao x Reader HCs

Slenderman x Reader HCs

Jeff the Killer x Reader HCs

Homicidal Liu x Reader HCs

Eyeless Jack x Reader HCs

Ticci Toby x Reader HCs

Jason the Toymaker x Reader HCs

Candy Pop x Reader HCs

Cat Hunter x Reader HCs

Sonic

Knuckles x Reader HCs

Shadow x Reader HCs

Dr.Eggman x Reader HCs

Addams Family

Lurch x Reader HCs

SCP

Dr.Clef x Reader HCs

SCP-096 x Reader HCs

SCP-682 x Reader HCs

SCP-035 x Reader HCs

SCP-049 x Reader HCs

SCP-173 x Reader HCs

SCP-076 x Reader HCs

SCP-073 x Reader HCs

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

Angel Dust x Reader HCs

Vox x Reader HCs

Alastor x Reader HCs

Husk x Reader HCs

Carmilla x Reader HCs

Zestial x Reader HCs

Lucifer x Reader HCs

Stolas x Reader x Blitzo HCs

Striker x Reader HCs

Disney

Claude Frollo x Reader HCs

Ramsley x Reader HCs

Nick Wilde x Reader HCs (requested by a friend)

Bruno Madrigal x Reader HCs (requested by a friend)

Dr.Facilier x Reader HCs

Captain Hook x Reader HCs

Legends of Avantris

Kremy Lecroux x Reader HCs

Torbek x Reader HCs

Gideon Coal x Reader HCs

Gricko Grimgrin x Reader HCs

Morning Frost x Reader HCs

Briggsy x Reader HCs

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Courage's Computer x Reader HCs (requested by @yourlocalraviolithief)

Shirley the Medium x Reader

Shwick x Reader HCs

Cajun Fox x Reader HCs

King Ramses x Reader HCs

The Queen of the Black Puddle x Reader HCs

[meerkatp]

These are specifically DT17 but

・ Huey is Transfem (not sure if they're Agender or a binary girl but neither is she). She first comes out to Della, and after TLA finding out Scrooge is Trans (Webby being his clone unfortunately kindof outed him to them) Huey decides to come out. (Uses she/they pronouns btw)

・ Dewey is a amateur VOCALOID cover artist. After lots of begging and pleading and saving up his allowance to pay for part of it he got Hatone Miku's V4X Bundle (the version with her English vb of course). Later on he'd also get Luka V4X. He made Miku sing the Darkwing Duck theme for Launchpad's birthday one year and his producer name is Daft Duck-P.

・ Louie is Aro/Ace

・ Webby and Lena become a couple in high school

・ Donald and Daisy are T4T

・ Scrooge is in a polycule with Goldie and Santa

・ No one knows who the triplets's father is. Not even Della. They were the result of a one night stand and she always wanted kids anyways.

・ Sometime after TPaMoE Penumbra asks Della out for some "Earth coffeee"

・ Penumbra really likes bobba tea

・ Launchpad has a Ao3 account and yes he also writes that kind of Darkwing x reader fic

・ Launchpad's OTP is/ was Quackervolt (becomes abit awkward when they not only get dragged into the real world but also become his neighbors) and he is also a big Spirk shipper

・ Launchpad often puts other people's wants over himself often to the detriment of his own health and general wellbeing

・ Launchpad and Loopey would always fight over the same girls back in high school

・ Launchpad's middle name is Joseph (yes this is in reference to that one piece of official art that implies his nickname is Joe)

・ After a near death experience *cough cough* Launchpad teaches Gosalyn how to fly the Thunderquack. He also tries to teach Drake but he is very standoffish about it and insists that he doesn't need to lean because he'll always have Launchpad and that he's overreacting.

・ Aside from Drake and Dewey, Launchpad's closest friends are Fenton and Penumbra

　・ If he needs to talk to someone about something he goes to Drake first, but if he can't tell Drake then Gosalyn and/ or Dewey, and if he can't tell either of them it's Fenton and/ or Penumbra (usually gets better advice from Fenton as Penny often suggests violence)

・ Drake has a Miku binder

・ Drake refuses to admit it out loud but his favorite burgers are the ones from Hamburger Hippo

・ The reason why Drake and Launchpad picked the wedding date they did, was because it'd be a month after Drake's top surgery, and it was a attempt to get him to try and sit still and focus on planning the wedding and recover for that month (his family still had to stop him from going out as Darkwing on several occasions)

・ Gosalyn will often refer to her parents as her sidekicks when with them on patrol. Drake gets really embarrassed when she calls them that to other people.

・ Gosalyn teaches Launchpad how to use a crossbow

・ Fenton rarely swears; if he's cursing you out, you fucked up big time (happens most to Drake/ Darkwing)

・ Most of the extended Clan McDuck is Autistic. Too many to really list here tbh

　・ Most of them are also Queer.

・ Gyro created Launchpad's clone who is Bruno Von Beak. Bruno was the first clone Gyro ever created.

・ Gyro's best friend (and ex) is Sara Bellum. However they can't work together in scientific ventures because they will often clash.

・ Sal would call Launchpad "Burrito" in the short time that they dated

・ Morgana is a celebrity chef

・ Drake and Launchpad, Morgana and Loopey, and Donald and Daisy all got married withing 3 months of eachother

・ Honker is Drake and Launchpad's honorary son and Gosalyn's honorary brother

・ Not only has Honker modded all of his/ his family's gaming consoles, but he also uses Linux

・ Taurus Bulba and Thaddeus Waddlemeyer were a couple before Waddlemeyer's death

・ Bushroot is a bit of a eco-terrorist and also has a vendetta againt P.E.T.A. (fair on that last point tbh)

・ Splatter Phoenix after being dragged into the DT17 universe becomes a popular artist on grumblr and Wingstagram.

・ Bruno will sometimes lie to make himself look cooler

・ Jim Starling may or may not eat cat food

I know there's quite abit of characters listed that just don't appear (and Bruno's practically a oc) but there's stuff from my canon/ continuation that I've just been dying to share and most of it IDK when it'd even be mentioned soooo

Honestly people should drop their headcanons for ducktales to me just cuz I'm always like really curious about other people's ideas, stories, takes on the show and its characters.

So, What are your ducktales HCs, takes, thoughts, etc.?

Y'all are free to like either reblog or put it in my ask inbox cuz id love to hear them or drop my thoughts on them! Im like genuinely curious

[denaliwrites]

Tales of Daring

Scrooge McDuck x GN!Reader

Summary: Scrooge catches you in his Money Bin.

Soundtrack: DuckTales Theme by Felicia Barton

Requests: Open!

Warnings: I... I'm so... I don't even know what to put here. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this?

"It's not every day I catch a thief red-handed," a Scottish voice purred from behind you. You hadn't even heard him effortlessly dive into the seemingly infinite pile of gold that you'd had to rappel into, and now he had you at a disadvantage. What were you supposed to do with that?

Well, you certainly wouldn't beg for mercy. It was exactly what the old coot wanted, and you couldn't give him that.

"It's not every day a thief makes it out of your Money Bin with a pretty penny to show for it," you replied, holding up a giant, glinting ruby. Light bounced off it, sending scattered shards of red all over the room. One lit up the grin on your bill.

"Tha's a bit more than a pretty penny, wouldn't ye say?" he asked. You heard some coins shift behind you, signaling his moving closer to you.

Your grin grew just a fraction.

"To you, I'd think it's little more than a pretty trinket, wouldn't you say?" you teased, shooting him a look. He didn't seem as amused by your twist on his words as you were. No matter. "Would you really miss this little token, Scrooge?"

You watched as he shivered at the way you said his name. His eyes bounced around the bin contemplatively in an attempt to play off the reaction he'd had to you. "I know all the coins and gems and trinkets in this bin as if they were my own children. Of course I'd miss it."

"Then it should bring you some comfort, shouldn't it, that it's going to a good home?"

"I hardly think bein' sold on the Black Market for a wad of cash is 'goin' to a good home.'"

You feigned offense, laying a hand dramatically over your heart. "Scrooge! I'm hurt you'd think so poorly of me. Of course it's not going to the Black Market. It's going to a very reputable buyer. Hired me to steal it from you and everything."

"How much is 'e payin' ye, then?" Scrooge asked.

Now it was your turn to shiver -- though the one that danced down your spine was a bit more... anticipatory in nature. "Not nearly as much as the ruby is worth," you confessed lightly. "But we both know I never was one to back down from a challenge."

He was suddenly on you, his hands pinning yours behind you while his chest pressed flush against your back. A gentle shushing whisper blew past your ear before he spoke, "And how goes yer little challenge, eh? Would ye consider it successful?"

You shot a look back to him, along with a grin. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I? I'd call that a win."

He grunted in amusement before shifting his hands so that one was still holding you by the wrists, while the other delicately plucked the ruby from your grasp.

He held it up within your line of sight, twisting it so the lights bouncing off it danced along the walls. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, though even as he spoke of it, his eyes were on you.

"You're not so bad yourself," you purred.

He unceremoniously threw the ruby back into the sea of gold with a sigh, then released you with a grunt that seemed a lot less amused than before. "Same time next week?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Off ye pop, then. I've got a meetin' in ten..."

[yandere-toons]

I'm on a roll with old cartoons right now. Just started re-watching old 1987 DuckTales and got some platonic yandere headcanons for Scrooge with nibling reader (Again I only watched several episodes of the series so if I made him ooc I'm sorry):

To be honest, Scrooge didn't like you at first and just saw you as another child Donald told him to babysit. Most of the time you would be in Duckworth's care while he gets some work done, being insistent or stubborn in spending time with him would quicken the pace of his attachment. He couldn't recall the last time the manor was this lively but it would be frustrating to keep track of what you're doing.

He would bring his nibling to most of his adventures, but not without bringing any necessities needed for them just in case they get hurt. From extra clothes and first aid to a shotgun if an enemy will be pushing his niblings boundaries (Cause I've seen the first episode with Scrooge bringing a gun when he thought he was being robbed and thought it was scary and hilarious). Launchpad would question if this much luggage is needed for the travel but Scrooge would convince him it is necessary.

In the adventures where he brings along Huey, Dewey, and Louie he would tell them to keep Nibling reader safe and out of trouble. But it has the opposite result Scrooge wanted which resulted in him nearly having a heart attack when he heard his nephews lost you on the way back to the plane. He would scold them on how you could've been hurt, or worst killed, and decided that his nephews and his nibling would not be brought in the same adventure.

:] Anon

When Scrooge is over for tea and someone knocks on his nibling's door: