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"...and the raucous crowd roared ever the louder as Scrooge reappeared on Goldie’s arm long after the last dinner fork had been laid down. The two had laughed, leaning into each other, picking leaves out of each other’s hair and laughed some more."
-And a Sixpence in Your Shoe, Justaboot on AO3
I'm sure they just walked through some leaves is all. And grass.
Request from @cardboardward (Thanks!!)
#scrooge mcduck#goldie o'gilt#ducktales#dt17#scroldie#Come one tumblr you can't nuke the quality like that#we're always sixpenceposting in this house#my art#ducks as humans#my writing#and a sixpence in your shoe
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source: goldiejake11
I felt so inspired after reading @justaboot ‘s story ‘And a sixpence in your shoe’ that I drew a pic that doesn’t actually exist in the story but only in my head. You KNOW by now I would never miss a chance to get in some good ole Goldie and Beakly banter, lol. Especially later in the evening after Goldie is more than a few champagnes in. 😁
Seriously though - if you haven’t read the story and seen the art - justaboot’s art that is, which is also freaking amazing - I highly, HIGHLY recommend it. It has everything you could EVER want in a DT story and if it doesn’t stop your heart at least once you may not even be human.
#scroldie#scrooge mcduck#goldie o'gilt#Mrs. Beakley#and a sixpence in your shoe#amazing story#i cannot recommend it enough#what are you still doing here?#go read it#LOL.
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WOE
BOOK COVER BE UPON YE @justaboot
Yes yes yes I KNOW I SUCK AT DRAWING PEOPLE but I can assure you I suck even more at drawing the ducks when I don't have a reference picture to work from so this was just easier for everyone
Also, details
The S in "Sixpence" is a dollar sign for Scrooge whilst the S in "Shoe" is a snake for Velma
And the necklace Velma is wearing isn't an 8, it's an ouroborous but I couldn't get the detail right with my pen
So yeah this is happening
#the chaos duck has spoken#ducktales#ducktales 2017#good omens season 2#ducktales fanfiction#and a sixpence in your shoe#chaos duck draws
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Hiii! I suddenly had an idea like a vision or something tehee
imagine after a party (idk, hunting dogs celebrating another victory) and s/o’s feet hurt for her heels so tecchou noticing, carries her on his back. sorry if it was simple
btw Can i call you Judy and be 🪻anon?
You've gifted me a nickname and all I did was ignore you. I think the best thing that should be done is that I write your ask and that you beat me (jk please don't I'm just a writer. but ily flower anon that nickname is so sweet u have full use to call me it <3)
Scenario: Husband! Tecchou carries fem! reader around while at a party (TW for reader being a little drunk at some parts lol)
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Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Wiser
1:15 AM
The work party was still raging on.
Fukuchi and Teruko were screaming a duet into the karaoke machine, some sort of anime intro that Tachihara complained only old people would know.
Jouno was surprisingly still in the room, forcing some poor chef to make another batch of some overly complicated dish that apparently only Jouno could appreciate. There was a gun on the table, although surprisingly it wasn't pointed at anyone yet.
You could breathe a sigh of relief at that.
All you were looking for now was Tecchou. He had gone missing around half an hour ago, doing who knew what. He was the one thing keeping you alive at this party, considering how you were one or two drinks away from either passing out on the floor or just trying to take yourself home.
Your feet hurt, what else could you say? Maybe you were a little bit too drunk right now since you were sad over where you had placed your shoes. They were somewhere in the room, you were sure of it.
It was a really emotional endeavor, enough that you felt tears start to come to your eyes thinking about where you placed them. You tried to wipe them away the best you could, trying to not hit your face with the pair of shoes you were holding in your hands.
You walked across the room, hoping to find your husband in the crowd of very important government people whose names had lost you at that moment. Thankfully no one approached you, although maybe it was because they were all as messy as you were.
Tecchou was one of the tallest people there, and even on your tippy toes, you couldn't find his messy chestnut hair in the sea of heads. The feeling of panic started to settle quickly, your heart almost beating outside of your chest - your husband could be almost anywhere.
You turned around, feeling your tongue fall into your throat as you still couldn't locate your man. Wiping your wet eyes, you watched as a man approached you - tall, with messy chestnut hair.
Swallowing deeply, you tried to compose yourself as you saw his eyes land directly onto yours. Against your will, your eyes began to well up with tears once again.
Your feet guided you, rushing towards him like a bullet.
There was no thought as you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried down inside of his red suit. You sighed with relief as you felt your cold nose start to warm up against his body, the air you breathed our fanning against the cold skin on your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper onto him.
“Oh, there you are Angel.”
Two hands pulled at your arms, their warmth shocking your cold skin into goosebumps. His fingertips danced along your skin, callouses massaging your skin all the way up to your shoulders.
“I was looking for you. I was starting to think you got lost.”
You looked up as you said this, blinking innocently up into his honey eyes. He leaned his head a little bit away to stare at you, the tattoos on his cheek blending in with his long eyelashes.
Watching them twitch made your lips curve up, how they perfectly melted in together. You took one of your hands and pulled his face to look down at you properly, his brows pinching as he took in the full sight of you.
“You're so pretty Tecchou. Do you ever hear that?”
He smiled at those words, leaning closer into your hand.
“You told me that on our wedding night, actually.”
His brows pinched again, his gaze looking downward once again.
“Angel, why aren't you wearing your shoes?”
His words took a little to sink in, you still too busy watching how his beautiful face pulled apart as he said those words - the tattoos underneath his eye moving just underneath the small creases from his smile.
“Hmm… My feet hurt.”
You other hand lowered itself, cradling his waist as you swayed to the music that played throughout the room. It was easy to ignore the horrible singing that accomidated it, as you instead focused on the strong muscles that were barely consealed underneath Tecchou's suit.
He barely budges, only swaying slightly as he let you have your moment - watching you with hooded eyes. His steps were small, his heels clicking lightly against the tile of the dance floor.
“You know, if your feet hurt I can just carry you around.”
Stopping, you looked up at him, looking at his face carefully. His eyes held no lie, seeing as he was always a truthful man.
“Are you sure about that?” It was always polite to ask in your mind, even when you were challenging one of the strongest men you knew.
“I can lift twice your weight, you know that angel.“
A small smirk spread on his face as he said this, his eyes poring through your figure. His hands traveled down to your waist, squeezing you gently.
”I wouldn't break a sweat at all, if that's what you're worried about.“
You didn't have time to react as you stomach did twists, Tecchou manhandling you into a bride carry with ease.
”Oh my god, Tecchou!”
It was impossible to hide the joy in your words as he carried you, continuing the dance you had started earlier with ease. He hummed along softly to the song that still played, ignoring whatever wailing words were coming out of a horribly drunk Fukuchi's mouth at that moment.
It wouldn't ruin yours at the very least.
“What? I'm not going to let you walk around while your feet hurt.”
He danced with ease, completing a lazy waltz with you in his arms. His soft locks were lit up by the chandelier above, turned into a soft caramel from the light that shone through the strands. They stuck up in all sorts of directions, forming a creme brulee halo around his face.
You brought one of your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing your fingers to sift through the longer strangs of his hair. It was soft, almost an estactic feeling to have something so ethereal under your hand.
“You're so gorgeous.”
His face was closer to yours, his nose nearly brushing against yours. You giggled, stealing his air as you did so.
“I think you said that to me on our wedding night, handsome.“
His lips were pressed against yours, his handsome face blocking your vision for the rest of that night.
#Idk why im thinking i have a very feminine voice while writing#not bad i think i guess its just a thing i have#idk i use this account to try to improve my writing and this is something i think ive noticed#i might try more scenarios that are based around actions cuz i lack a lot in that area#anyway i wrote half of this to the nutcracker btw so if it seems cheesy its cuz it is someone take tecchou fluff away from me#im rambling here tbh#tecchou x reader#tetcho x you#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd x y/n#tecchou x you#tetchou x reader#tecchou bsd#tecchou x y/n#tetcho x reader
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i am looking for fics where, human or not, crowley and azi grow up being together being friends and turns to lovers ! thank you for your blessed job <3
Hi! We have #childhood friends and #friends to lovers tags, so check those out. Here are some to add to the collections...
Stronger Than Hurt by TawnyOwl95 (E)
Everything changed the summer that Crowley fell off the Eastgate's garage roof and broke his arm.
Fourteen years later he stood outside a tattoo shop with a picture of the drawing Aziraphale Eastgate had done on his cast, and hoped for a second chance.
Christmas light by Tigerphoenix (T)
After years of neither hearing form his father nor sibling Crowley is convinced to return to his childhood home. He knew from the start it wasn’t a good idea, but he did it anyway. Maybe something good comes out of it.
Aziraphale returns home to his family home every year for Christmas. But Christmas with nine people is exhausting. Nothing wrong with some time alone, right?
I scorn to change my state with kings by bearwonder (T)
They’d seem an unlikely pair, if anyone saw them from the outside — Crowley in black skinny jeans and Aziraphale in beige corduroys — but no one does, and that’s just how they want it.
Crowley and Aziraphale meet in kindergarten. This is the story of their lives.
What About Hope? by AppleSeeds (M)
Crowley met Aziraphale in the spring of 1989 while he was on his lunchbreak from the factory, his attention immediately drawn to the posh boy sitting by the canal writing poetry. It was immediately obvious that they came from entirely different worlds, but the time they spent together was the happiest Crowley had ever known. With Aziraphale, Crowley experienced many firsts - his first kiss, his first love... his first heartbreak.
Twenty years later, they are reunited when Crowley, now a successful writer and vlogger, comes to work as an Associate Lecturer in the university department where Aziraphale is an academic. Seeing Crowley brings back Aziraphale's intense regret for allowing himself to be persuaded to leave him behind all those years ago. Aziraphale desperately wishes to renew their acquaintance, but Crowley seems determined to keep his distance. Aziraphale can't blame him for not forgiving him, since he has never been able to forgive himself, but when Crowley begins to spend more time with him, Aziraphale is left with the hope that maybe they could at least be friends again - no matter how much it might hurt.
And a Silver Sixpence in His Shoe by smolalienbee (T)
If there is one thing to be said about Aziraphale Z. Fell is that he leads an ordinary, quiet life.
He lives in Soho, London, above an old bookshop that he’s been fortunate enough to inherit in his late twenties. He likes sushi and good wine. He has a few friends - like Nina, who works at the coffee shop across the street; or Maggie, who runs the record store that he takes an absolute pleasure in frequently purchasing from.
(He’s lonely. Terribly so. He’s been lonely for about ten years now, since - he does not want to think about that.)
Today is his 35th birthday.
At age 15, Aziraphale made a Promise. At age 25, he had an Earth-shattering fight with his childhood - and closest - friend. At age 35, that same friend shows up at his doorstep and suddenly, Aziraphale’s entire world is thrown upside down.
A story of something unexpected, something old, something yellow, something stolen, something new and something promised.
(It’s going to be a long week.)
Dancing in the Dark by Demonicputto (T)
In search of inspiration for his next album, rock musician Tony Jay is headed to London. It's not the atmosphere he's after, but a reunion with Ezra Fell, his dearest friend from childhood. A one sided, adolescent crush fueled Tony's first songs and, now that they're both older, he's hoping those feelings might finally be requited.
But, Ezra may not be ready for that. In his eyes, their relationship is far more complicated. Unlike Tony, he remembers who they truly are: the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale.
- Mod D
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Ducktales Fics
~ long but good edition ~
Masks within Masks by Kyprish_Prophetess
• super long but I love it…. I never regret picking up this book ever ever ever.
• Donald Duck personas all into one fic… glorious
• got me into PKNA comics and I will never regret that
• author is amazing and constantly updates on this thing and I love that
• I started reading this when it had around 61 chapters and now it has 81… :,) they grow up so fast…
And a Sixpence in Your Shoe by justaboot
• I’m a scroldie fanatic and there is like a few mentions of Goldie and one appearance yet she’s omnipresent… it’s the vibes!!
• HEAVY family hurt/comfort… especially Della and Scrooge. But it’s cool ‘cause they defeat the villain and it’s a big party we love that.
• once again I have reread this thing at least 4 times. Never regretted.
• I am obsessed with every masterpiece posted by justaboot. Obsessed. Every little character arc gives me a heart attack then I’m comforted with fluff.
#ducktales della#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#della duck#ducktales2017#donald duck#please please please this fic reads like a genuine book like one from the *published barnes and nobles*#scrooge mcduck#goldie o'gilt#i love this fic please please please go read it asap#that one fic…. lives in my head rent freeeeee#fic rec#fiction#dt17 fic
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Here are my highlights from the Valentine's Day watch party, all in chronological order and categorized this time around:
"Mr. Duck Steps Out":
Just everyone's reactions to Daisy's voice when she made her debut
"Till Nephews Do Us Part":
The thirst counts for Missy and Mina overloading
The return of Bohemian Quacksody
Scrooge having paintings and a statue of Goldie EVERYWHERE (He is a fucking SIMP)
Corporate Cupcake, Money Muffins, Sweet Stocks …You know what? Just the pet names in general.
"KILL HER, BEAKLEY! GET HER ASS!"
WriteBackAtYa: "Spaceballs Ass Luggage"
Us when Millionara falls in the river:
Jamie: "PULL THE LEVER KRONK" Me: "WRONG LEVERRRRR" Tokuvivor: "Why do we even have that lever?!"
Magica cameo?!
And a Sixpence in Your Shoes
Goldie Shotgun!
"Fungus Amongus":
Godfrey and I sharing the same brain
Melody: "WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE DUCK SOUP STORE?!" Me: "FUCK YOU!"
Everyone going crazy over Morgana
hueberryshortcake: "Save me Scrooge McDuck" Me: "Scrooge McDuck" Godfrey: "Scrooge McDuck save me"
"Prissy is pissy"
DW not denying the girlfriend part
A sax play in the BG whenever Morgana is onscreen, just like Rouge in Sonic X
"NOOOO, NOT LAUNCHPAD!"
"The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!":
RAID THE BUFFET!
Us going FERAL over Goldie
puffywuffy8904: "MY EX WIFE STILL MISSES ME" Me: "BUT HER AIM IS GETTIN' BETTER"
Let the lady lead
Jamie mentioning the "between the legs" joke from Life and Times (No filter, Don Rosa. lol)
THE FUCKING ELEVATOR JOKE
Bisexual waterfalls
Rexx shouting at Missy via an audio message
Foghorn Leghorn
"You loved gold more than you loved me."/"And that's why you loved me."
Jamie's storyboard project
Discord buffering during the FUCKING TANGO SCENE
"The Adorable Couple":
Me: "Piss on the moon, you cloud!" Godfrey: "YESSS PISS ON LUNARIS"
Rainbow connections
"The Duck Who Knew Too Much":
Us @ Fenton, M'ma, and Gandra's OG versions:
GONDRA
Learning OG Fenton was voiced by Hamilton Camp, thus bringing DT17 Fenton being voiced by Lin-Manuel Miranda full circle
Oppenheimer mention (Stop stealing from the ducks, Nolan!)
Goid
Missy: "cant believe they whitewashed daffy guys"
"SCROOGE, YOU DUMBASS"
Brunette Fenton
QUACKERJACK MENTION???
This whole fucking episode being worthy of the DT17 adaptation fic treatment *cough* Jamie *cough*
"Ghoul of My Dreams":
DRAKEPAD KISS
Archie being a hater
"WHERE IS GOSALYN?"
Jealous Launchpad
DEEEAM WORLD
Morgana needing better lipstick because of how fast it disappears in between scenes
WriteBackAtYa having so many jokes in his head about… goofy ass noises
"And now, with the city asleep, I can FINALLY STEAL ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY OFF MY STUDENT LOANS!"
Lottie pointing out how Archie looked like—
Me: "Goldie Shotgun sequel when?"
puffywuffy8904: "HOW IS THIS MF SLEEPIN IN THE DREAM WORLD" Us: "*Louie voice* I just am."
"The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!":
DOOFENSHMIRTZ
puffywuffy8904: "Webby we need to get Fenton rizzed up"/"Please never say that again"
POWERPUFF GIRLS NARRATOR
Fenton's little growl
*seeing Fenton's hand-me-down suit from his dad* Goofy?
Prego
"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY!"
Gandra obliterating the wrong twink
"What kind of monster doesn't like glazed donuts?"
"Do you feel that spark?" ⚡️ZAP⚡️
The Beaks dab
"What? No signal? Boo!"
"TWO BAD THINGS COULD HAPPEN!"
"I've got your kids! Maybe. I'm not sure how this family works."
ANCHOR ARMS
Coach Dad
🎶IT'S A DAAATE🎶
"Two Can't Play":
Mullet Donald
AIRHORNS
"THEY'RE IN FUCKING TRON"
"A DuckTales Valentine":
DT87's love for mentioning Fort Knox for some reason
puffywuffy8904: *mentions the "DuckTales Apology Video" ranking* Me: "*Miles voice* I made a mistake."
Webby on Scrooge's desk like: She likes to be tall.
Me: "GOLDIE SHOTGUN THREEQUEL WHEN?!"
US IN UTTER DISMAY UPON SEEING WEBBY CRYING 😭😭😭
Sunglasses swag
GOLD FEVER REAL
"A swift kick in the ribs!"/"A what?"/"Aagh!"/"Aah! My ribs!"
Webby running up to Scrooge and hugging him! 💖
"Aww, he does love his family!"
"My Valentine Ghoul":
Gosalyn FINALLY appearing in today's watch party!
Negaduck appearance!
puffywuffy8904: "he's just darkwing after some cigarettes"
"TIME TO GO A COURTIN'"
Missy getting double whammied with emotes of Prissy and Scrooge getting sprayed with water
(Screenshot edit by @tealottie)
Missy's thirst levels reaching CRITICAL MASS
Quackrinomicon being voiced by KING CANDY
Archie still being a fucking hater
"Keen gear!"
Godfrey and I still being on the same wavelength
NEGMEISTER
THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG
Rexx reviving the Missy thirsy count
Missy: "I NEED HIM JESUS" WriteBackAtYa: "No, you just need Jesus"
RED FLAGS! 🚩🚩🚩
"New Gods on the Block!":
Della using party cannons like Pinkie Pie
Scrooge's transition from wallowing to anger and his tail shake
"Why don't you turn into a swan and FUCK OFF?!"
THE FRAMES
"IT CONSUMES ME!"
"What are your intentions with my Donald?"
Megamind (literally) Huey
Pig couple: DESTROYED
Chris Diamantopoulos having the ✨RANGE✨
Greek God Groupchat
Webby being utterly TERRIFYING with god powers
Dewey having the best handling of his god powers through sick dance moves
"My Don-Don"
"You killed my boyfriend!"/"Boyfriend? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"
The immediate failure parallels
Just how much Della has improved as a mother
AND THEN ALONG CAME ZEUS
#my post#duckblr movie night#dt cafeteria table#duckblr#duckverse#mr. duck steps out#mickey mouse shorts#the adorable couple#two can't play#ducktales#ducktales 1987#till nephews do us part#the duck who knew too much#a ducktales valentine#darkwing duck#fungus amongus#ghoul of my dreams#my valentine ghoul#ducktales 2017#ducktales reboot#ducktales season 1#the golden lagoon of white agony plains!#ducktales season 2#the dangerous chemistry of gandra dee!#ducktales season 3#new gods on the block!#valentine's day
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SteveTony Weekly - February 11th - Week
I’m traveling this weekend for my niece’s quinceanera so I’m sharing a list of my favorite fics that I posted on twitter last year. It’s still some of my favorite fics of all time, so this week go show them some love or send me some of YOUR favs, and I’ll be back next Sunday with our regularly scheduled weekly reading.
~*~
Open Field in Front of Him by orphan_account
Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.
In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling
"Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”
The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia
For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.
Bulletproof by foxxcub
At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark.
By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark's fuck buddy.
dick drunk by mistymountainking
“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” Steve says, pulling away only a fraction of an inch to say it, a promise as deep and certain as the look in his eyes, “and you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, Tony.”
Tony wants a drink. Steve gives him something else.
Sixpence In His Shoe by scifigrl47
Steve and Tony should really read the fine print on what they're signing. Then again, some mistakes are not really mistakes.
Straight on till Morning by Sineala
Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.
But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.
For the Love of a Dragon by Captain_Panda
If it was between you and your dragon, who would you save?
Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)
Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.
Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!
Never Too Late for Love by Sineala
Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one.
Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.
And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.
Toy Soldiers by copperbadge
When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn't expect it to lead to a relationship. Or that Tony would find out he's not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.
there are still beautiful things by meidui
The day Tony takes Steve home from the New York Army National Guard is the best day of his life.
I've got you under my skin by sirona
Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.
The Foodieverse by copperbadge, scifigrl47
It's an AU where everyone works in the food industry. That makes total sense and is definitely not wildly irrational on any axis.
do you fondue? by calciseptine
Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.
Homefront by copperbadge
Steve Rogers is a capable leader, a kind and cheerful man, a good friend, a strong role model, and a loyal soldier. He's also teetering on the edge of suicide.
stress relief by romanoff
They don't love each other. They barely even like each other.
The Jar by Sineala
The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names -- the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they'll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony's got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve -- and when Tony can't use the names he's already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.
Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc
Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.
By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.
ad astra by Areiton
The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.
#stevetony weekly#steve rogers#tony stark#stevetony#stony#iron man#captain america#stevetony fic#stony fic#fic rec
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Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in your shoe
Here you can see Ed wearing Buttons jacket in season two.
This is Buttons from Season one wearing Buttons jacket.
“Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in your shoe" is a famous rhyme that superstitious brides and grooms follow in the name of luck on their wedding days. While the centuries-old rhyme has long been considered the recipe to follow for a harmonious wedding day and marriage.
This rhyme dates back to Victorian England, and it seems to signify the simultaneous hope for continuity and a fresh beginning. It refers to the things a bride is supposed to wear on her wedding day in hopes of having a successful marriage.
The color blue is representative of “fidelity and love’s purity.” It was also a popular color to wear prior to the white wedding dress trend. It's meant to represent an item to “baffle the evil eye.”
“Something borrowed” is pointing to the idea that borrowing items from a happily married woman will transfer that woman’s good luck onto the new bride. It can be a hairpin or jewelry, like a bracelet from a mother....
So we got borrowed and blue. We still need
Something old, something new and a sixpence in your shoe
And this paired with all the wedding imagery all over the trailer...
My prediction for the seasons finale:
Ed and Stede wedding.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd 2#ofmd teaser#ofmd trailer#ed x stede#blackbeard#ed teach#stede bonnet#the gentleman pirate
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Cap-IM Rec Week Day 1
I’m so late getting this posted!!! But to kick off @cap-ironman Rec Week, here are my favorite of all the Stevetony fic I’ve read over the past several years. Enjoy!
Sixpence In His Shoe by scifigrl47
Steve and Tony should really read the fine print on what they're signing. Then again, some mistakes are not really mistakes.
Fair Shot by isozyme
Captain Rogers leaps from the helicopter like a gymnast on the dismount. All the lines of his body are controlled. Perfect. The iconic round shield lies flat across his back.
“How does he fit a parachute under that?” I ask.
“He doesn’t,” Stark answers. “Marvelous adrenaline junkie, our Cap. Likes to almost break his ankles every time. Makes him feel like a man.”
Front Line reporter Ben Urich spends a mission embedded with Tony Stark and Captain Steve Rogers on an Ultimates mission.
Open Field in Front of Him by orphan_account
Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.
Follow in Your Footsteps by Sineala
When Tony is twelve, his soulmate's name appears on his wrist. Unfortunately, it's hard to find out anything at all about Steve Rogers.
It turns out there's a reason for that.
there are still beautiful things by meidui
The day Tony takes Steve home from the New York Army National Guard is the best day of his life.
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Sprizzy Rec List
Here, take this rec list dedicated to my current favorite brain squatters. For such a small pairing there's a crazy amount of really good fic to read.
This list mainly includes 10k+ fics but there are a couple 5k+ ones in there as well. All of them are complete unless I say otherwise.
I could have included a lot more but I've already been working on this list for too long and I want to post it for you guys.
Please mind tags and warnings before you read.
Canon Era
Comprehension by MaggieMay
His stance hasn't changed - he'd still sooner keelhaul his own bollocks than do Izzy Hands a favour, but an idea is already taking shape in his head - one that he's certain will have absolutely hilarious consequences in either direction, and for all it might get his throat slit, the odds still work out in favour of, for want of a better phrase, fuckery. If Izzy wants to read, Lucius can teach him.
OR: Lucius' personal approach to 'fuckery' involves lewd gay poetry, and one oblivious and feral first mate.
I'm (Not) Just a Notch in Your Bedpost, You're (Not) Just a Line in a Song by Ennaess
It starts with a hand on a sleeve. None of the other crewmembers would have minded--would have thought much of the gesture at all--but no one touches Izzy. Lucius, quite accidently, realizes he would very, very, very much like to touch Izzy. Intimately.
Head and heart on fire by RustyTheTrain
Everyone is back together on the Revenge, and things are fine. Until Lucius helps patch up Izzy after he gets hurt on a raid, and then can't stop thinking about him without his shirt on. It is quite annoying. And inconvenient. The last thing Lucius needs is a crush on the angry, asshole first mate Israel Hands.
by any other name by sugarybowl & wishingonalightningbolt
Once upon a time, Izzy Hands had a steamy weekend with a pirate called Francis Spriggs. A few years later, he boards the Revenge and meets Spriggs' younger brother, Lucius.
Portrait of a Man on Ire by sweatervest
“Yes. To sketching,” Izzy growls. “But on one condition.”Lucius lifts an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”“I sketch you.”
Modern AU
beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth by sugarybowl & wishingonalightningbolt
Ed, Izzy, Fang, and Ivan make up the London-based rock band Kraken, which rocketed to fame in the 1990s. When ballad singer Stede Bonnet reaches out about a collaboration, Izzy has to work with Bonnet's songwriter, an overeager composer named Lucius, to write something that aging rockstar Ed and new-on-the-scene Stede can perform together. What's worse is that Lucius is utterly obsessed with a mysterious songwriter called Basilica, a faceless, genderless musician—and he has no idea that Izzy and Basilica are the same person.
and a silver sixpence in his shoe by CyborgShepard
Izzy likes lines, likes rules. Likes to know where things start and where they finish, definite and resolved. But where the fuck does getting off to Luce begin, and how does sitting on the bridal table at Ed’s wedding with Lucius end?
Or: The one where Izzy is Ed's best man, Stede wants the most lavish wedding possible, and the person in charge of planning it is the camboy Izzy's been subscribed to for the better part of a year.
under the ashes, i'm on fire by izzyxhands
Izzy's having a miserable night at Bonnet's stupid party playing nanny for Ed. Until, that is, Lucius finds him on the balcony and introduces himself. Trans!Izzy modern au.
Work in Progress by sweatervest
After a disastrous interview, crime novelist Israel Hands abruptly retired, leaving his popular Detective Leyendecker series one book short of finished. For the last 10 years, he's been content to work as an editor at Edward Teach's small press. But now Ed's working on a merger with Stede Bonnet's press, and Izzy's expected to work with their star author: romance novelist L. Steele.
L. Steele turns out to be Lucius Spriggs, twenty years younger than Izzy and flirts like it's breathing. Worst of all, Lucius recognizes Izzy as Israel Hands.
Money Can(t) Buy Happiness by Blackforestfire [series]
Sugar Daddy alternate universe. Lucius and Izzy have an arrangement with strict, specific rules to follow. Each installment in the series shows them drifting farther and farther away from the safety of those rules as feelings and personal growth change their dynamic.
take this sinking boat and point it home by sugarybowl & wishingonalightningbolt [part of series, you can read the Stede/Ed work for context but it's not totally necessary]
Izzy supposes he gets used to having the assistant around. That doesn’t mean Izzy likes him. He’s rude, for one thing, completely fucking bitchy. He talks back, rolls his eyes, treats Izzy—treats him the way he treats authority. Dismissively, without a care in the world, as if he could take it or leave it. The most fucking annoying thing about the stupid fucking assistant is his stupid fucking dating life.
The Indignity of a Tender Touch by CloudsPassMeBy
Izzy has been doing ballet for so long and he will never, never shit where he eats but he likes Lucius so fucking much.
if love is the answer (you hold on) by CloudsPassMeBy [F/F cisswap]
Izzy is dragged kicking and screaming out of retirement to become Lucius’s partner. They may not be able to enter the Olympics as a same sex couple but they’re going to do their fucking best to win Worlds.
Edge of Heaven by RustyTheTrain
The job wasn’t supposed to a forever kind of job, more of a until he got his shit together job. Something to keep him going and earn him a paycheck while he worked on his portfolio, freelanced, applied for internships, did what he had to get a foot through the door to the design and illustration world. So far, he hadn’t actually gotten anywhere with his plans, but he now worked five nights a week at the Revenge instead of three, lived in a shitty little apartment in a crappy part of town, spent all his money on rent, books, clothes, take away food and art supplies, and didn’t save anything. He’d be turning 30 that year and figured there was still time to change things. If he wanted to.
lucius Artpopping his pussy for izzy by CyborgShepard [series] [I can't believe I'm having to rec this title]
Izzy's always glaring, always coming in here every couple of weeks to sit and brood. He doesn’t even tip, just takes up a table in the back and pretends like he’s not positively vibrating with awkward sexual frustration as he watches Lucius’ shows. And it is always Lucius’ shows he comes to watch. It’d be flattering, Lucius thinks, if Izzy wasn’t so fucking weird about it all.
in the middle of fucking nowhere by bitchlesss
Lucius gets stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere with his annoying coworker. Izzy thinks about the past. Until he's too busy to do so.
Special mention
Leda House and the Kraken 'Verse by Vera_DragonMuse [series - different works in the series have different pairings, it's best to read from the beginning but there are several works that focus on Sprizzy]
A modern AU that follows the entire staff of the drag bar named Revenge as well as their partners. Features drag shows, late in life coming out stories, romance in many forms, and as much found family as you could ask for.
#sprizzy#sprigghands#ofmd#lucius spriggs#izzy hands#lucius x izzy#izzy x lucius#fic rec list#ofmd fanfiction#lusrael#rec list
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“You can’t possess me,” Goldie repeated, barely audible, “For I belong to myself…”
“But while we both wish it, I give ye that which is mine to give.”
“But while we wish it, I give you what’s mine to give.”
-And a Sixpence in Your Shoe, Chapter 12
#ducktales#Ducktales 2017#goldie o'gilt#scrooge mcduck#scroldie#Anon I was WAY ahead of you#my art#ducks as humans#and a sixpence in your shoe
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source: goldiejake11 based on a fic by justaboot 'and a sixpence in your shoe'
I'm rereading some of my faves and am hoping to dish out some fic pics based on them.
This one is from chapter 12 of @justaboot 's fic 'and a sixpence in your shoe' an incredible take...and in my humble personal opinion an even BETTER take than the original it was based on: 'Till Nephews Do Us Part from DT'87.
#scroldie#scrooge mcduck#goldie o'gilt#ducktales 2017#disney ducks#ducktales fanart#dt17#ducktales#my art#part of my line of upcoming fic pics#yes the pun is intentional#ducktales 1987
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Duckverse June Week 4: Beach Day
Oh, this is going to be fun. This story is based around the Clamboree, featured in @justaboot’s story And a Sixpence in Your Shoe! If you haven’t read it yet, you absolutely should. And with that, I give you…
Clamming It Up (A Sixpence Story)
The Clamboree had been going full steam all day. All told, it was one of the best days of Huey’s life.
Not just because his mom was finally home for them to do it together (though that was a big reason).
After the chaos that had hung over the family the past few weeks with the presence of Velma Vanderbucks, especially yesterday’s wedding, the Clamboree proved to be the perfect respite following the madness.
The sun was shining, the temperature was just right, and there was plenty of action. He loved seeing the enthusiasm bursting not just from his family, but from all the families scattered around the beach.
He felt that the orchestra could have sounded a little better, but in the grand scheme of things, he didn’t care. He was just happy to perform with his fellow Woodchucks. Besides, it wasn’t like they had to be perfect in their execution.
As the afternoon gradually slipped into evening, Huey beamed proudly at all he and the rest of the troop had done. Sun, sand, and seafood. What more could one ask for out of an end-of-summer shindig?
After Huey was done performing at the bandstand, he felt that warranted another round of food. After all, performing music was hard work, especially for an instrument like the cello.
His family seemed to be scattered around the beach in various places. Uncle Scrooge and Goldie were crowded together, as were Uncle Donald and Daisy. Webby camped out between them, trying to balance eating with keeping an eye on The Pete House. Dewey, their mom, and Launchpad were eagerly waiting for their turn at karaoke. Mrs. Beakley was still on a roll at the dunk tank, and Louie had ultimately surrendered to the carnival games and decided to fix a plate of food himself.
Huey looked over near the rocks, noticing a log lying next to the array, and two familiar figures perched on top of it.
Huey perked up, making his way over to his two friends.
“Violet! Boyd!” he exclaimed. “Room for one more?”
The other two Woodchucks looked over at Huey.
“But of course!” Violet replied.
“C’mon, Huey,” implored Boyd. “There’s plenty of room!”
Violet and Boyd scooted over, and Huey slid in between the two.
The two of them had clearly been exerting themselves quite a bit over the course of the day, too.
Violet had, of course, come with her fathers and Lena. All day, she had ambitiously buzzed around the beach, taking in everything, helping out wherever she could. She was also impressively strong when it came to hauling in lobster traps. Her dark, curly hair, usually pulled into a tight bun, hung loosely around her shoulders, her Woodchuck hat perched on top. Her uniform was partially unbuttoned, exposing a bit of her teal bathing suit. The cuffs of her pants were soaking wet.
Boyd, meanwhile, for the first time, had come with Dr. Gearloose, whose usual aversion to going outside was prevalent in the fact that he had brought a massive bottle of sunscreen for himself and Boyd. In fact, the little parrot still had some white blotches visible on his face and arms. He had been busy all day himself, catching various forms of ocean life, both for consumption and observation, running items back and forth for the various areas, and, like Huey and Violet, performing in the orchestra.
“That’s a rather interesting facial design, Hubert,” Violet commented, noting Huey’s face paint.
“Oh! This,” responded Huey. “Webby and I got matching Scars of the Ancients.”
“Fascinating. I am impressed with the detail.”
“Webby showed Mila a picture for reference,” Huey explained. “Anyway! Wow. This has been quite a day.”
“Yep!” Boyd responded.
“Indeed it has,” Violet agreed. “Our troop has certainly pulled it off well.”
Huey nodded. “I can’t believe how many people came this year!” he exclaimed.
“I’m glad that Dad was willing to come,” Boyd said happily.
Violet peered over at the chicken scientist. “He is certainly covering all his bases when it comes to sun protection,” she noted. “Anyway…uh, may I address the elephant in the room here? Well, not a room, but you two know what I mean.”
“Yes,” Huey replied. “Go ahead.”
“Excellent,” Violet continued. “I just wanted to note, on a whole, this has certainly been more enjoyable than yesterday.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” muttered Huey.
“I agree,” Boyd concurred.
“I cannot believe that your uncle almost ended up marrying that…that she-devil,” Violet spat out. “I must say, she seems to make even Magica De Spell look like a saint.”
“Hey, you’re just lucky you didn’t have to, for all intents and purposes, live in the same house as her,” Huey reasoned. “Also, thanks again for your assistance with all that, Violet. You and Lena, really.”
“Any time,” Violet responded. “I will admit, it was rather fun assisting with the whole plan to get Ms. O’Gilt to crash the wedding. Admittedly, prior to yesterday, I had only seen the crashing of weddings in movies. Trust me, our fathers have seen a lot of those.”
“That was quite the reveal, though!” Boyd exclaimed in between bites of paella. “How you all just laid it out, piece by piece, for Ms. Vanderbucks, her plan just gradually seeping through her fingers like sand.” He leaned over and scooped up a tiny fistful of sand to make his statement, letting it run out through his own fingers.
Huey laughed, then stopped abruptly.
“What is it, Hubert?” Violet asked.
“The plan…” he began.
“What about it?” Boyd wondered.
“It wasn’t just about taking control of Uncle Scrooge and, by extent, his riches,” Huey explained. “It was also about splitting us up. Including, but certainly not limited to, taking me, Dewey, and Louie away from Mom, as the courts would have ruled her as unfit, and sending us to boarding schools.” He put particular emphasis on that last S.
Violet and Boyd were in absolute shock.
“I would very much like to say that she could not do that, but given both your mother’s past and her doubtlessly countless ties to many, she very much could have and would have,” Violet snapped.
“And she would’ve gotten away with it, too,” Boyd added.
“And it would not have been fair, all the same,” Violet finished. “But that, I guess, is how the hush puppy crumbles.” She took a bite for emphasis.
“No. It wouldn’t have,” agreed Huey. “I’d have been away from my brothers, away from my family, away from you guys, and I just wouldn’t have been happy with any of it.”
“Neither would we,” Boyd responded. “Being a Woodchuck wouldn’t be the same without you here.”
“Concisely put, Boyd,” Violet agreed. “That is why, structurally speaking, triangles are the strongest shape. Each side needs to rely on the other two for support. Two sides, all on their own, would just result in a collapse.”
Huey beamed. He pulled his two friends into a side hug. “Thanks, you two,” he replied. “I’m glad to have friends like you.”
“So am I, Huey,” Boyd added.
“Here, here,” Violet finished.
They spent a little more time talking, laughing, and joking, and then they heard, “Hey, Huey! You coming or not?”
The three noticed Dewey, waving madly.
“Wait, what?” Huey yelled back.
“Mom and Uncle Donald are taking us to the Creamery for milkshakes soon!” Dewey replied.
“Oh! Right! Coming!” Huey called.
He looked back between Violet and Boyd.
“I take it that is your cue,” Violet deduced.
“Yeah,” Huey replied, sighing. “This was still great, though! I’m glad I had a chance to talk to you two, at least. I’ll text you later, okay?”
“Okay!” Boyd responded. “Bye, Huey!”
“Farewell, Hubert, Warrior of the Ancients,” Violet added cheekily.
And Huey set off towards his family, making sure to throw his plate and cup away in the process. ‘What a weekend,’ he thought. ‘I mean, a wedding, stopping an ancient snake deity, living it up at the Clamboree, now milkshakes? I’d like to see that be topped. Just not immediately.’
He took one last look at the beach, then turned back, visions of milkshakes dancing in his head.
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📚🦈
AAAA THANKS!
📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?
Two, actually!
And A Sixpence In Your Shoe by @justaboot (Justaboot on AO3)
And Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor by @hueberryshortcake (daffofil_lament on AO3)
Seriously these fics are both absolutely amazing and the writers even more so!
🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?
Hmmm that's tricky. From DuckTales, I'd say anyone who doesn't get much screentime, but out of the main recurring cast it's probably Gyro or Fenton. For Good Omens I think any of the side characters (Maggie, Nina, angels/demons who don't show up in the plot as much like Shax, Eric, Michael, Uriel, etc) are tricky to write.
These were awesome questions, thanks!!
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webby doodle in her little dress from @justaboot 's And A Sixpence In Your Shoe chapter 2
(I have been meaning to draw her and scrooge in matching outfits since it came out I can't stop thinking about it)
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