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This twas a request from @electra-jolts-magnetism and the DT discord!
This amazing Mary Poppins esk lady is Scrooge’s (older) sister, Evelyn McDuck, who is only mentioned in the comic Feline Felony.
And according to EJ this is the first bit of Fanart of her so I guess we're making history here buddy
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THIS!!!!
Hey! I saw you post for requests and I shall respond. I have no idea if you do Cecil x reader but I’ll leave this here for you to decide. Can I request dabbles or hc’s of Cecil x wife!reader who’s shy as heck and some domestic yet romantic things he does with her, please? Some examples would be slow dancing or some soft affection/intimacy(swf) and anything else you can think of!
grr grrr i need to eat this old man bro u don’t understand 😈
a/n: I hope this made sense 😭😭 i was just kinda yapping. ig that’s what hcs usually are, though. if you submitted a request, i promise im working on getting them done, but ive got like 21 just in my asks and like another 15 in my replies, and thats gonna take a while to finish 🙏🙏 but ill try my hardest. not complaining tho, i appreciate the asks bc i literally wouldn’t know what to write without them
Hey! I hope you’re doing well, I got a request for you. I feel like couples showering together is such an intimate and loving experience, can you do hc’s with wife!fem!Reader x Cecil, nothing too nsfw but if you want some on there then go for it.
Pretty short one this time!
hcs under the cut!
Hello, I literally love this old balding man so much & I have so much brain rot of him.
I just wanted to contribute something to the starving Cecil fans through some headcanons, I hope they're okay and accurate to character!
Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 503
Warnings: None, Fluff?
Young Cecil
(I had to go back and watch his season 3 episode because I completely made up in my head he arrived at the hippie shop on a motorcycle. However I just can’t get the image of him riding one out of my head now.)
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Older/Current Cecil:
Before dating:
“We’re still the good guys”
“We all make mistakes”
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Dating:
i am begging you for cecil headcanons (◎﹏◎)
I gotcha fam! Honestly if Donald didn't exist, Cecil would be the one who has a main chokehold on me. Doesn't help that Walton Goggins voices him and I could go ON about that man. If you would like some more then don't hesitate to ask! I hope you enjoy!
Dropping ⛓️⏰🍷👄 for Cecil bc season 3 has me in the TRENCHES 😭😭
⛓️ kinky headcanon
he's got a specific thing for some mild cock and ball torture, if you find yourself down there, you should definitely be squeezing hard, and if your teeth should happen to graze over the top of his length then you're definitely doing it right
⏰ fave time of day to have sex
is "whenever he can get a fucking MINUTE of peace" an acceptable answer? realistically, his favourite time to get up to anything nasty would be moments of high stress. yeah he's in that room with multiple other people, yeah he's trying to command a group of guardians, yeah what he's witnessing on the screen is horrible. so you better be under that desk working that thang as best as you can, otherwise he'll give himself a stress-induced heart attack
🍷 tipsy sex headcanon
cecil doesn't get drunk, or even all that tipsy these days, but every so often a combination of his lack of sleep and one too many glasses of stress-relieving scotch will give him a little buzz, and when he's like that he can be very handsy and very affectionate. expect every single part of your body to be grabbed and squeezed and undressed as he lavishes you wish compliments. and while he's usually quite happy to be in control for a quick romp when he has the time, you'll find him a lot more submissive and a lot more relaxed when it comes to reaching the climax
👄 making out headcanon
i don't care what anyone else thinks, i think cecil stedman kisses so gently and so sweetly and so romantically, i think he would take your whole face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks, fingers travelling back to keep your head still as he takes your breath away
why is ao3 is blocked on the hospital wifi????
It’s not even the public hospital wifi. I’m on the staff wifi. which one of you anesthesiologists was reading omega verse on the clock.
Thankfully, I am saved by the power of having a total of 7 followers on this blog.
The power of having a total of 7 followers on this blog has failed me.
My old high school did the same shit for a bit but then something happened and it got turned back on.
I have to add that gender euphoria for cis people doesn't always come from like, conforming to your gender in a "stereotypical" way
I've always been very comfortable with my gender but I didn't Really Like being a woman until I cut my hair short and started dressing/presenting more "masculine."
When i realized that I could look "manly" as a woman I truly felt comfortable and really...more "like" a woman. I enjoy being masculine and it strengthens my connection to womanhood and it's just kinda cool
Aaaand here you go, the people have SPOKEN and I bestow upon thee, Chemical Bath Cecil with a sprinkle of fanservice
You are so very welcome. If you wanna see the process and sketches, or just wanna support, check out my Patreon under @andytooni <3
Alright fellow rabid Cecil fan girls. Y’all are fucking EATING tonight. I went and compiled EVERY. FUCKING. INSTANCE. OF THIS MAN OCCURRING IN EVERY SINGLE COMIC. EVEN THE SPIN OFFS. And put it on FIVE PAGES for your viewing pleasure. For art reference.
I thought this would take an hour or two. Oh my god was I wrong. But when I sit down to do something I commit to it. This took me EIGHT FUCKING HOURS. Here’s EIGHT HOURS OF CECIL. SORTED BY THE SKETCH ARTIST (credit to them for this wonderful art). WITH ALL SPOILERS REMOVED. oh my god.
There should be no spoilers, I removed any dialogue that would contain it and removed a handful of instances where a dead character was shown in the same shot. So y’all should be good to go (If something looks like a spoiler, it probably just seems because it’s out of context- it actually isn’t).
I can breathe now.
RB because I fucked up and posted the wrong version of page 2 but it is fixed now I’m sorry 💀💀💀 now it actually has the side profiles and shit. That’s kind of important for a ref sheet yaknow
gun to my head i would rather die than read this fic. what the fuck are you even doing at this point. whats the fucking point?
Authors Note: a little comfort for you sweeties. (I sprinkled some of my southerner Cecil propaganda in here, deal with it.)
Breathing should come naturally to you, yet your breaths come in uneven stammering inhales that threaten to turn into something more, something worse, a breakdown that would mean admitting that you can't keep it together. So you try not to think about it. Try not to think about anything.
It's one of those days where the walls seem too close, the world is moving too fast, and you… you're sinking. You can feel it choking up your throat and crushing in your chest.
You take another breath.
It's more watery than the last, threatening to spill over.
The front door unlocks, the sound adding insult to injury. It feels… wrong, being caught like this. Steady footsteps of dress shoes on the ground feel like a hammer driving nails into a coffin. The man who exhausts himself protecting the world, and you can’t even get out of bed?
It makes something dark and writhing twist in your head and you bury your face against the pillows to pretend to be asleep.
“Honey?” Cecil asks, setting down his bag; you can hear the ‘thump’ of the leather on the carpet floor as he comes to sit on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight.
You can't look up. You CAN'T. If you do, he'll see what a mess you are right now, and the thought of adding another problem for him to fix to his day is just too much. So you stay buried, unreachable, a cocoon of quiet suffering.
“Hm” Cecil hums like he understands, like he's adjusting a radio dial, he already knows what to look for he's just got to fine tune for to you. “One of those days, huh?”
Of course he knows. Cecil always knows.
He reaches forward, fingers threading through your hair, toying with the ends before smoothing them back. His touch begins to unravel the tight knot of tension in your chest.
After a few moments, he gets up, and just as you start to miss him, he's already over at the record player in the corner, setting a vinyl in place. The needle dips, and the first crackles spill from the old speakers as Can't Take My Eyes Off You begins to play. It's familiar, one of his favorites when he's in a sentimental sort of mood. The music wavers and cracks, the record well loved from years of use, but Cecil never throws it away. You hope he never does.
You can hear the telltale sound of rustling fabric as he slides off his coat, undoes his tie, and toes off his shoes to get comfortable before he slides into bed with you.
His arms wrap around your frame, the weight of another person gathering you and keeping you together… making you feel like you can finally let go.
The water works come quick and with abandon, trembling full bodied sobs escape your mouth as you press your face against Cecil's chest. His cologne and aftershave fill your senses, a scent that feels more like ‘home’ than any GDA-approved living space ever could.
You think you speak, or at least try to. Watery gasps and cries of apologies for the situation, for yourself. He shushes every single one.
“Easy Darlin’...” he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically soft for a man who’s mastered the art of snappy detachment.
He talks about everything and nothing at all; his day, dull government meetings, and more entertaining, exasperated quotes from the team. He tells you he ate the lunch you made him, that Donald pretended not to be amused by the handwritten note tucked inside, but Cecil’s known the fucker too long to be fooled.
He tells you he cut down on his caffeine and that he missed you. He tells you that you're okay because, you know what? He's seen the worst of the worst and the world keeps turning.
Sweet words muttered against your hairline like if he said them enough, you might just believe him.
He stays until you've worn yourself out, until all that's left is dull exhaustion, and even then, he just holds you tighter.
“We're alright, sugar,” he says softly, pulling the covers higher up your shoulders, keeping the world out of this moment for just a moment longer.
For once, it feels like that might be true.
