DuckyNoodles

Ducky - she/her

[duckynoodles]

🌿Welcome to my writing and art blog🌿

🌿Hello im Ducky/Aubrey - 24 - She/her🌿 🌿just a queer and autistic duck who's a bit of a closeted freak🌿 🌿im open to critisim regarding my writing and art,and my DMs are open for anyone who would like to interact with me🌿

Tags: #Duckys Art #Duckys writing #Duckys OCs

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My simbler: ColorMeberry

[duckynoodles]

maybe i'll actually start using this account again

[elena-illustration]

I’m sorry it took me so long

[duckynoodles]

Okay fine I’ll go play tears of the kingdom again

[juliettecousin]

MAGIC INKTOBER Day 30 - Rush | Day 31 - Fire

[duckynoodles]

Don’t mind me,just going to start reposting art from artists I like also under this tag for my blog

[duckynoodles]

I can’t believe I drew this.

Like I actually drew this I’m so proud of myself

[duckynoodles]

It never really hit me till now that Scar is the first winner to not take their last life at the end of the series (from what I can remember)

He’s just stuck standing at that button forever,hoping something changes. . .hoping it will bring everyone back

[duckynoodles]

Wow we really just predicted the future with that whole

Scar is the watchers favorite

Headcanon didn’t we

[saltydumplings-deactivated20260]

Right- uh, your snippets are awesome, I see that you’re in horny jail, and I should probably join you, but currently, uh, could you write anything with the villain having siren like powers and the hero just falling for their spell every single damn time they meet, and being able to break free from it but just choosing not to because it makes them feel safe, and relaxed and-well-if they get something out of it too then I guess you’ll have some company in horny jail-

Request #4

OOOOOO THIS IDEA WAS SO COOL!! I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE!

Cw: slightly suggestive, addiction

The hero was walking a fine line between addiction and love.

They knew that - were well aware that their decisions weren't exactly normal; that the other heroes certainly didn't seem to feel the same appeal to the villain's power that they did. They wondered about that sometimes. Did it feel different to them? One time they'd heard another hero describe the sensation as terrifying, saying that being under the influence of the villain's power was like having their mind split in two - the fear and anxiety of not having full control over themself overwhelming within the moment. But that wasn't what the hero knew it to be like...

Bliss.

A fantastic warmth that encompassed them completely; waves of calm that washed over any worry and smoothed out each rigid point of stress. The hero felt like they were floating - tucked away safe and sound, not to be disturbed; held softly within a dream that they never truly wanted to awake from.

Perhaps they were just more sensitive to the villain's powers. It was certainly a strong possibility and the other heroes had been quick to deem it as the problem. The hero was the only one to have never successfully broken free from the villain's influence. And while that was true - while the hero would simply nod their head and tell their superiors that that was exactly the case - the real crux of the matter was that the hero had never actually tried before. They didn't want to try.

This led them to another thought: what if that was where the other hero's made their mistake? If they didn't fight the villain's influence so violently maybe - just maybe - they would experience the same bliss the hero could never shake from their mind.

Everything had been getting a little stressful of late. Crime rates were spiking and it all just felt completely out of the hero's control - every failed attempt to save the day simply another weight put upon their shoulders. They were starting to lose their grip, they could sense it: they pushed themself harder and yet made more mistakes; they worked the extra hours but it gained them nothing and all their superiors had to say to them was to do better. Train better. Be better.

Due to their clear weakness when it came to fighting the villain, the hero had been posted in a quadrant far away from them, well out of reach of the other's territory...but that didn't stop them from breaking protocol.

They did it about once a month without anyone noticing - sometimes twice if they were truly desperate. They would walk straight across one line of territory to another, moving unseen through hidden alleyways and taking winding paths well out of sight of the regular patrol routes, trespassing through five other quadrants that they weren't assigned to all for the sake of a few hours of bliss.

And it was worth it. Every. Single. Time.

It was worth it.

The hero let their cape fall down onto the floor as they entered the abandoned warehouse - coming to stand at its centre, closing their eyes and simply...waiting.

A minute passed, then another. They waited and waited until finally they heard it: the villain's song. It was a sweet, melodious hum; slow and so, so soft and beautiful - there were times when the hero heard it that they thought they might cry.

The sound grew closer, stronger, and the hero sighed in relief as they felt that first caress of the villain's influence overcoming them. Their muscles relaxed, their mind grew clouded and yet clear - the hero felt like they could think straight for the first time in days. Hands stroked up the sides of their waist and the hero all but melted into the villain's hold, the warm press of the other's chest against their back grounding them better than any of the agency's doctors ever could - better than any medication the hero had ever been prescribed. Lips brushed against their neck and a wave of heat swept through them, intoxicating, breathless, perfect.

They were addicted. They knew that - knew that that was exactly what this was.

But knowing wouldn't stop them from coming back. And as long as the agency remained blind - as long as the villain was willing to give them what they wanted - the hero would continue to come time and time again.

The corruption of their loyalty was a small price to pay for the bliss that the villain could give them.

[saltydumplings-deactivated20260]

SALTYYYYYYY I MISS MY HORNY JAIL FRIEND. WRITE ME SOMETHING THAT WILL GET US BOTH LIFE SENTENCES SVP <3333333

Request #8

ALRIGHT EVERYONE, EPIC HAS DECLARED TONIGHT AS HORNY NIGHT - PREPARE TO GO TO JAIL.

Cw: SUGGESTIVE

The hero really didn't know why they'd kept them.

They also didn't know why they'd kept them in the second drawer of their bedside table.

Work had been...long today. The hero was tired but not exactly sleepy tired: they wanted to relax - have a little downtime to themself - and that was fine. There was nothing wrong with that - nothing wrong with it at all!

The hero bit their lip as they came to sit on the edge of their bed, letting their hand reach down to open the second drawer and barely getting a glimpse of what they knew was inside before slamming it shut again, a heavy blush lining their cheeks. They got back up and paced about the room, sat back down again and then got back up again and closed the bedroom door which had been left open. A little anxiously, they stared about the room before them - studying the space carefully.

Safe to say, when you were constantly fighting an opponent who could turn themself invisible you got a little...paranoid. The villain had no true reason to come to their house - let alone know where they lived - and yet the hero could never stop their thoughts from panicking over the prospect of being followed. A few seconds passed and they eventually resorted to spreading their arms out, walking about their bedroom and pretty much swinging loosely at any free space around them. It looked stupid, they knew that; it also wasn't very practical, they knew that too. But it made them feel a little better to an extent so they did it all the same, finally stopping with a sigh once they were content and returning to their place on the bed. Their eyes turned back towards the drawer.

Why couldn't they just watch a movie? Read a book perhaps?

No: their stupid mind had come up with this idea and now refused to give it up - practically plaguing them with the thought of it all day.

Slowly, the hero pulled open the drawer and tried to ignore the heat that instantly rose to their face as they pulled out the pair of black leather cuffs, setting them down beside them before also fishing out the key for them.

Yep, this was stupid alright...stupid, stupid, stupid--

They swung their legs up onto the bed and sat at its centre, hands a little fidgetty as they stared down at the item before them. The cuffs were power-suppressors, designed specifically for use on the hero by the villain themself. The other had tried to ambush them one night - clearly planning to take them captive - but, unfortunately for them, the hero hadn't been as alone as they'd thought. A brief scrap later and the villain had been forced to flee, leaving both the cuffs and the key to them behind. At first the hero had decided to keep them for research purposes: they'd planned on handing them over to the scientist and seeing what they found.

They never handed them over.

The hero's eyes darted about the room again and suddenly everything felt a little hot - their hands fumbling to undo the first few buttons of their shirt though it hardly seemed to help. It was simply curiosity, that was all. The villain was always so flirtatious and the hero couldn't be blamed - not really - when the thought had practically been put into their head intentionally. Yes, this was absolutely all the villain's doing and was in no way an actual interest of the hero's at all - nope. It was a trap, an obvious one that the other had laid out and the hero was certainly not stupid enough to even think about falling for it...

They put their left wrist into one of the cuffs and clipped it shut.

Fuck.

The hero felt something shift inside of them immediately - their power feeling strangely fuzzy now. The cuff was softer on their skin than they'd thought it would be though, and honestly the overall sensation of it wasn't half bad.

Yes.

Yes, this was...interesting.

Okay, so maybe they'd been exaggerating when they said it was a trap: they were just too damn embarrassed to acknowledge what was obviously a kink they had and had been using the excuse of the villain to try and stop themself from exploring. It was just what it looked like: a pair of power-suppressing cuffs that the villain had dropped by accident and likely didn't even know that the hero had kept. Why would the hero have kept them? No - there was no way the villain could have ever anticipated this.

The hero locked in their other wrist and gasped a little as they felt their power leave them entirely - a strange emptiness and a feeling of being exposed left in its place. It excited them.

What if the villain had caught them that night? What would have happened? What did the other have planned?

Okay, okay, so maybe it wasn't just a kink either. Thoughts of the villain were spilling into the hero's head and they couldn't hide from the fact that it only seemed to excite them more - they didn't think they'd blushed so hard in their life and yet here they were, by themself, no more than a pair of leather cuffs and the image of the villain hiding in their room, watching them, making them more heated than anything else ever had.

Was this normal? Probably not. But the hero decided that since they'd already gone this far they might as well just push it a little further, eyes scanning across the room once again before reaching for the key and unlocking the one cuff, repositioning themself so they were kneeling instead. They put their hands behind their back and clicked the cuffs back into place, dropping the key down to their side so it was still within reach.

It took them a few seconds to get over their thoughts on how weird it was before finally relaxing into it, letting their eyes shut as they let a scenario play out in their head: the villain had caught them. The hero imagined how the other might grin down at them with that sharp smile, telling them just how pretty they looked like this - so perfect. They imagined the villain vanishing from their sight, teasing them with small touches that they couldn't predict, invisible hands trailing up their thighs and waist, tracing lines across their chest whilst soft kisses were placed against the back of their neck, the villain's lips--

In front of them, the bed seemed to dip slightly.

The hero startled, eyes fluttering open to look at the empty space before them - gaze turning downwards and their head cocking to the side as they stared down at the sheets. They looked...strange. Had they been like that before? There was something in the way some of creases seemed almost flattened down, as if some kind of weight was resting on top of them.

...No.

The hero suddenly let out a yelp as hot breath ghosted over their face, immediately falling backwards in their surprise before moving about in a panic - awkwardly scrambling to try and find the key with their hands still bound behind their back.

Where was it? It should have been right there - the hero remembered leaving it on the bed so where the hell was it?!

They managed to get back onto their knees and glanced about, looking for something small and silver amoung their sheets only to spy it halfway across the room, resting on top of their dresser. Well, that wasn't where it was supposed to be at all! The hero went to move to the edge of the bed only to find themself held back, their entire frame freezing as they felt hands wrapping tightly around their waist - the sudden heat of another body pressed against their back.

A pause.

When the villain finally came to speak, the hero felt that they might just pass out from the embarrassment of it all.

"Huh...so that's what happened to my cuffs."

[duckynoodles]

Don’t mind me just Reblogging some of my favorite requests from saltydumplings 🫣

[saltydumplings-deactivated20260]

hello could i request for a suggestive flirty hero and a flustered supervillain?? thank u and ur work is super great btw!!

Request #5

You can absolutely request that!

Cw: suggestive

"You know, I think I finally figured it out."

The supervillain cocked their head to the side curiously as they turned to the hero. "What? That you'll never be powerful enough to beat me?"

The hero was trapped between several sharp spikes that were jutting out of the ground, holding still as one of them grew just a little more - threatening to cut into the skin of their side. That didn't wipe the smile off their face though.

"No, no: I know that," the hero said.

"Then what, pray tell," the supervillain pushed, the other's sudden cockiness making them unsure, "did you figure out?"

A few seconds passed, the hero's gaze sweeping up and down the supervillain's form before they made their response: "Your motive."

The supervillain paused, their uncertainty switching over to interest within the blink of an eye. The hero thought they knew their motive? It was cute, really, that the other thought they knew anything about the supervillain at all. They laughed a little, circling the hero and watching them squirm as the spikes pressed in closer still - not breaking their skin just yet but the threat was clear enough.

"And what is my motive?" the supervillain asked, smile sharp as they came to stand before them once more.

The hero smiled back. "Oh, you know...pretty typical really," they said with a shrug. "You're just climbing the ladder in the hopes of finding someone that can finally put you on your knees."

The supervillain practically choked. "I-- Y-You think I'm searching for- for what?"

One of the spikes shuddered a little, drawing back. The hero's grin grew wider.

"Well, obviously you're looking for another big bad to put you in your place. You pretend you want to rule the world when really you're just waiting for someone to come and rule you like the desperate little brat you are."

They couldn't be serious.

The supervillain floundered a little, completely taken aback. "That - that's st-stupid. Y-You can't seriously think that...that--"

"What's wrong baby? Disappointed that every time we fight you never end up on the bottom?"

The supervillain flushed a bright red and one of the spikes snapped and broke, dropping harmlessly down onto the floor and crumbling into a pile of dust. Another one quickly came up to replace it though - the supervillain's focus quickly snapping back into place as they faced the hero with a scowl.

"Ah, so that's your play," the supervillain said. "Smart but it won't work."

"Won't it?"

"No," the supervillain insisted with a glare.

The hero simply hummed. "Pity. I'm sure you would have looked beautiful with your legs spread wide and your hands cuffed behind you ba--"

"SHUT UP!" the supervillain cried, their blush reaching all the way to the tips of their ears - cheeks redder than anything the hero had every seen. "JUST SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"

A pause.

The hero reached up and tapped a spike that was pointed towards their neck. It shattered. They touched another and another and they all started to crumble, the supervillain reeling back in horror and desperately trying to summon more - trying to clear their mind of the hero's filthy words and regain the concentration they needed to give their power its strength. Meanwhile, the hero strode forward, downing every spike that tried to get in their way.

"What's wrong Supervillain?" they teased. "You want me to win, don't you?"

"That's n-not true!" The supervillain continued to stumble backwards in a panic, switching tactics and instead trying to use a different power to push the hero back but it didn't work. They tried another and another and nothing worked: they had nine separate powers - nine - and not a single one of them was doing anything!

"Isn't it? You don't seem to be putting up much of a fight--"

"This is ridiculous!" the supervillain said. "Th-This isn't-- you're not s-supposed to - it's unprofessional! U-Unprofessional, a-and stupid, and..."

The supervillain's back hit a wall.

In front of them the hero smirked and came to a halt, hands coming to rest either side of the supervillain's head as they leant fowards, trapping them in place. "And?"

The supervillain gulped. "A-And if you insist on, um, n-not taking this fight seriously then w-we should - I will reschedule."

"Oh, but I am taking this fight seriously," the hero assured, pressing in closer still. "Three years: three years of you kicking my ass and all I had to do was flirt..."

Their one hand moved to grab hold of the supervillain's hair and yank their head back - the other gasping as they felt the hero's lips brushing against their neck, squirming when the hero's other hand travelled lower, gliding slowly all the way down their chest in a steady line only to change course at the last second and pinch at their waist. The supervillain let out a low whine, pushing against the hero's chest weakly until the other came to whisper in their ear.

"Baby, you don't need a big bad to put you in your place: you just need someone who knows how to push the right buttons," the hero said, one of their legs starting to nudge its way between the supervillain's thighs. "And, more powerful or not, believe me when I say that I am going to absolutely wreck you."

[duckynoodles]

Now that I have everything set up,time to post some of my work soon….

as soon as I actually write or draw something